An Eighth Shot of Espresso: Coffee and Creativity on Mum's Third Shift

Object of affection or is it obsession? It's hard to tell does he really love me? Or am I just the latest one in a long line of broken troth. He promises me the world showers me with gifts. He appears at my home and woos me with sweet words. It's hard to say no when everyone insists I am so lucky. Perhaps I can salvage a sliver of hope. Perhaps I'll keep my head.

At the time the monarch held the lives of his subjects the power granted by the grace of God. He must appear strong might makes right Even the rules of religion and its edicts couldn't stand in his way. And those who displeased him paid the ultimate price. Heads literally rolled Fortunes literally unmade Loyalty literally betrayed. Too bad Death took him like those who went before. Grand tomb never made Legacy forever stained God's judgement is final.