As he traced imaginary lines between the freckles on Lady Roxanne's shoulders he said "My lady do not marry him, he is not good for you and I fear that you will live to regret it."
It was the second time they had met by the willow since the night that they had first made love, both knowing the risk they where taking but neither of them able to resist.
"Sir Joseph I already regret it but I have promised my uncle that I shall take the baron's hand" she murmured "as well you know sir it is done and cannot be undone."
"My lady we could elope, I have some portable property that we could use and I could...."
"You could do nothing my lord and in the cold light of the morning you will realize this." She scorned.
He gazed over to the willow tree, she was right of course but it did nothing to ease the turmoil in his mind.
"My lady, I implore you to consider your happiness in this, is it not important?" he asked.
"Oh my lord since when has a lady's happiness mattered in the face of hard truths" she said. "As for eloping sir, would you have me as a fox on the run? Scampering from den to den avoiding the hounds?"
"No my lady I would not wish that upon you." He whispered defeated.
"Good and well then my lord. Now I will be away shortly to reach home before the dawn but before I go perhaps I might prevail upon you to use your sword again." She wriggled her posterior suggestively against him.
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They made love slowly at first with a gentleness. Sir Joseph kissing Lady Roxanne's neck and nibbling her ear as he cupped her breast, rolling her proud nipple between his fingers.
"Faster my lord, I am nearly at my pleasure!" She gasped.