Chapter Fifty Three – A difficult choice.
Arthurs Point of View
As I stand here before the king, I feel sadness wash over me, I know what my sentence will be, and I even agree with it. I had looked upon a Lady in a state of undress, with lust in my eye and she was but fifteen. Shame washed over me and my actions, my mother being a concubine to the old king had taught me better, she had been looked upon as a man’s object, rather than as a woman wo was to be respected, and she had schooled me daily that I should treat woman with respect, not be led by lustful thoughts or needs that plague a man’s heart.
All I can hope for is a mercy killing, and avoid the dungeon, something quick and not drawn out. I am trusting the King to show me that mercy due to my long years of service, and that
