Dolores Esteban

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Why? by Dolores Esteban They left Paris at 3 am, heading for Chartres. Neither of them said a word. Alex looked out of the window and gazed into the night. Patrick switched on the radio. A minute later, he turned it off with a grunt. Alex yawned. They were in a bad mood. Patrick was angry and Alex was feeling annoyed. Saturday morning. One hour to go. Patrick was in the mood for fighting. Alex glanced at him. Bur Patrick just frowned. Final

A night on the road. Is Alex chasing a dream? Patrick is angry and Alex is feeling annoyed. Why did Alex kiss the girl?

Beautiful. Amazing. And very touching. I like your peom a lot.

Tatters Those are two poems melting perfectly into one. To me, the poem on the left is directly addressed to someone beloved, while the poem on the right reveals some general reflections on love and life. Our very personal experiences and emotions often/usually determine our more general opinions and attitudes towards the world and life in general. You used the process of reading from left to right to demonstrate it. General reflections, however, also determine our actions in daily life and our attitude towards people. A circuit perhaps. All our thoughts are closely intertwined. This is what the last part of the poem shows to us. This is a thoroughly thought out poem with multiple layers of understanding. Very good. Supposition I like this poem very much. Love stirs many, often contradicting emotions. It makes us ask for and dare the impossible and, sometimes, we rise above ourselves and really achieve what we once thought was impossible.

Thanks for your kind comments, bugeye. I'm glad you like my poem.

Edward II, King of England, stood by the window. He was alone in his room. The grand parlour was furnished and decorated splendidly. King Edward wiped his forehead. His chest heaved heavily. He was haunted by his memories. Edward took a deep breath. He had lost a battle. He had lost his own people. The peers had turned away from him. Edward took another deep breath. He closed his eyes and bit his lip. Edward shook his head violently. “I re-established my power,” he said aloud. Edward paced

Audley waited for Roger’s return. Apparently, Roger had found a way to speak to the king. ”Why wait? Why not go again and try to speak to Despenser?” Audley mused. Audley left the room. The corridors were empty. Audley moved on slowly. Suddenly, he heard footsteps hurrying along. Audley hid in the shadows. Hugh Despenser ran past him with a sword in his hand. The man’s eyes were dark with rage and excitement. Audley pressed his body against the wall. He looked after Despenser until

Edward retired to his room. “I need to speak to Sir Duffy. He is the only one who can calm the peers down,” Edward said restlessly. “I go and seek him and show him to the parlour,” Hugh Despenser said in a stifled voice. Edward just nodded. Hugh hurried back to the hall. The peers stood in groups and discussed the incident. They gave Hugh meaningful looks. But Hugh ignored them. He found Sir Duffy and spoke to him. The man nodded resignedly. “I go and see him in a few moments,” Sir Duffy

Roger knocked at Hugh Audley’s door. Finally, the door opened. Audley looked at Roger. He held a candle in his hand. Audley was dressed in a nightgown. “D’Amory?” Audley asked with a puzzled look on his face. “It is way past midnight. I had already gone to sleep.” “Forgive me for disturbing you,” Roger said in a low voice. “But I was thinking. We are about to take the wrong step.” Audley gazed at him, but then he stepped aside and waved his hand. “Come in,” he said and opened the door mo

Sir Mortimer talked to Hugh Despenser the following morning. He folded the letter that he had read to Despenser. He looked at Hugh Despenser and studied his face. “And that is why we want you to demonstrate your affection to King Edward in an explicit way. Make a great stir. Cause an affront. We want the peers to question their king,” Sir Mortimer said, looking at Hugh Despenser seriously. Hugh did not reply at once. He gazed at Sir Mortimer. Hugh’s face had turned pale. The man’s self-confi

Three weeks passed by. Hugh Despenser attended to the king. Edward showed no signs of affection. Edward thought he hid them well. Furtively, however, Edward watched the royal chamberlain. Hugh Despenser tried to not attract attention in order to not scare away the depressed king. But Hugh found it difficult to hold back. He watched Edward furtively also. Hugh noticed that the king tried to hide his attraction. But Hugh was an experienced man. He knew all signs of attraction. And Edward was not

Hugh Despenser was introduced to King Edward the following morning. Edward was surprised to learn he had a new chamberlain. He did not remember that anybody had informed him of the change. “What happened to Sir Gloucester?” he asked with a frown. “I was content with him. He served me well.” “You assigned to him another position,” Sir Duffy said indifferently. “When did I do that?” Edward asked. His voice was angry. “A week ago, my lord,” Sir Duffy said. “I was given the scroll a week ago

Hugh Despenser arrived at court at the end of September 1315. Sir Mortimer had arranged his invitation. Hugh Despenser was assigned to a position of quite a low rank. “I make sure a higher position will be assigned to him soon. But first, he needs to be introduced at court,” Sir Mortimer said to Isabella. The queen and Sir Mortimer were having tea in the queen’s parlour. “When will this be?” Isabella asked curiously. “In just a few months,” Sir Mortimer said. “We must step more carefully

“We cannot stir an upheaval when the peers are behind him. If Edward was removed from England’s throne, they would lose more than they would gain now,” Sir Mortimer said to Isabella. Sir Mortimer and the queen were standing on a balcony of the castle. Isabella trembled because of the cold. It was at the end of December. “We need to wait then,” she said impatiently. “Or we must challenge him, so that he will make a false move. This would enrage the peers again.” “I cannot force things,” Sir

Dawn had just come. But Sir Mortimer had already dressed. He walked down the empty corridors of the house. He liked to walk in silence and in darkness. Dawn was the perfect time to dwell on his thoughts and dwell on his plans. The queen was nervous. Sir Mortimer smiled to himself. He climbed the stairs to the first floor. He walked and moved unwatched and unheard. Sir Mortimer looked down the hallway that led to the chambers of the king. The guards had fallen asleep. Sir Mortimer shook his h

“Tell me about yourself, Roger,” Edward said, smiling at Roger. “I am Sir Roger d’Amory, Baron of Armoy in Ireland. I am twenty-four years old. Armoy is a small village in Northern Ireland. You most likely have never heard of the place,” Roger said, returning the smile. “I am afraid I have not,” Edward admitted. “Although I am fairly sure that I have heard the name Amory before.” “You may have heard of my uncle, Patrick d’Amory. He came to England many years ago. He lived in London for a f

The peers and servants looked after them when Edward and Roger entered the hall for lunch. Roger felt uncomfortable. He sensed the eyes of the peers and noblemen resting on his face. But Roger walked upright and avoided the curious eyes. It was obvious that rumours had spread quickly. Everybody seemed already to be informed on his meeting with the king in the king’s private chamber. Edward walked majestically to the top of the table. A slight smile was playing on his lips. He made a gesture wi

The servants and peers looked after Edward and Roger when they walked down the corridor. Roger avoided looking at them. Edward walked upright, ignoring them also. At the end of the hallway, he turned to Roger. “Come, Roger d’Amory. I will show you to my parlour,” he said. Roger just looked back at the king. He gave no reply. Edward moved to the stairs that led up to the first floor. He climbed them majestically. Roger followed him. He felt the eyes of the peers on his back. Edward stopped at

The ending was not really a surprise. But it made me smirk anyway.

Very good story! I really enjoyed it.

Roger d’Amory finally drifted to sleep. He dreamed he opened a door to a chamber. He stepped in with a happy smile. His eyes met King Edward’s eyes. Roger felt warm and comfortable. A cosy feeling was running through his body. They left the house and stepped out on a green. The sun was out. It was a warm day. But suddenly, Roger heard a bird cry. Roger looked up. A white dove fell to the ground. Roger looked at the king. Roger was feeling scared and frightened. King Edward reached out his hand t

Play Favourites . (King Edward and His Favourite Men) by Dolores Esteban The liaison between King Edward II and his favourite Roger d’Amory enrages Queen Isabella and the peers. Isabella and her confidant Sir Mortimer seek to bring the king down. They devise a plot. Will their plan work out? Edward is a weak regent and king. England, 1314. Author’s note: This story is a work of fiction. The developments in this story deviate from what really happened in the year 1314 and the years tha

King Edward and his favourite men. Story. 15 Chapters. England, 1314. The liaison between King Edward II and his favourite Roger d’Amory enrages Queen Isabella and the peers. Isabella and her confidant Sir Mortimer seek to bring the king down. They devise a plot. Will their plan work out? Edward is a weak regent and king.