Abigail laid on her bed and peered outside. It was getting dark and Philip would be home soon. She was waiting for him to return so she could ask about the brouche. In the middle of thinking Philip came in, and , for once, wasn't drunk. Abigail sat up and positioned herself in a seductive way. "Hello Philip." She said. "Hello Abigail." Abigail patted the bed. "Come to bed with me." Philip grinned from ear to ear. He jumped into the bed and started kissing her neck. "I Love you darling." He mumbled. "And I'm sure you love me." He mumbled still kissing her neck. "Is that why you got me this?" She pulled the brouche from her bossom. Philip looked and lost his smile. "But why was it on the floor near the fireplace?" "I've never seen that in all of my years." Philip said in sheer panis. Abigail got off the bed and threw brouche. "Who is she?!" Abigail yelled. "I have no idea what your talking about." Philip then got up. "You had a women in here, now I want to know who she was." Philip slapped her across her face and made her mouth bleed. Abigail ran out of the room and Philip followed just as Abigail reached the stairs. Philip grabbed her but couldn't hold on. Abigail fell down the stairs and screamed all the way down. Philip stood there watching her fall and slowly walked down the stairs. Abigail's eyes were closed and Philip thoughted she was unconcious. "You wanna know who that brouche belongs to? One of my tavern girls. Yes I said one of, I have many girlfriends, always have. Since you havn't been around in a few weeks I've been taking them to our bedroom. Deflowering some and redeflowering most. I married you for two reasons. To be king, and to get you in bed. So far one out of the two has been great." He walked over her and smiled. "your one of the best whores I've had." Abigail opens her eyes quickly and kicks him in the crotch. She gets up and starts to run off. She is limping and an't move fast enouhg. She hobbled to the barn abd gets on her horse. She rides the horse to Luke's cottage and by then a storm had started. She tried to slowly get off the horse but instead she slid right off and into the mud. Her horse then started to butt and make a fuss. Luke, who was asleep, woke up hearing the horse and opened the door. There was Abigail in the mud tryin to get up but couldn't. Luke ran to Abigail and picked her up and carried her inside. He alid her on the bed and closed the door. He went over to Abigail who was shivering and soaking wet. He put his hands on her arms. "Abigail your freezing! We have to get these clothes off of you." She nodded and Luke helped her stand up. Luke looked at her waiting for her to take her dress off. He finally realized the she wanted him to turn around. "Oh, yes, right, sorry." He turned around. "I'll just fix the fire here, yeah." He went over to a wood pile and put two more peices of wood in the fire. He glanced back at Abigail and saw her bending over from slipping her dress down her legs. Abigail still had her under clothes on but still wrapped a sheet around her. She slowly made her way to the fire and sat on the floor. Luke helped her over. She pulled her hair out of the bun she had it in and let her hair flow down. As she did Luke saw a bruise on her face. He touched her cheek. "What happened?" "Nothing, I was being clumpsy." "It was somehintg, Abigail, tell me." She looked away. "Did he hurt you?" She started to tear up. "He did didn't he?! Where else did he hurt you?! Abigail I need to know!" "Everywhere! He hurts me everywhere! He's been sleeping around with everyone in the town, I was so naive. He slapped me, I ran, He grabbed me and I feel down the stairs. I kicked him and came here." A few tears fell from her face. Luke took her hand and whipped away her tears. Their eyes met. "Abigail, I promise he will never hurt you again, ever." They sat there for a second just looking at each other. Then they kissed passionatly. It was like heaven. Every kiss was better then the last. Luke slowly moved his hand from her hair to her back making Abigail shiver. He started to undo her underclothes slowly and Abigail helped by sliding it off. She then rook Luke's dirty shirt off and dropped it on the floor. Slowly they both became undress and they laud on the bed. They made passionate love to one anotherm they both became one. It was so different from Philip, it was full of love and trust. With Philip it just seemed like something to do. They made love for hours and slept all day. When they woke they did it more. It was starting to get dark and Abigail knew she had to go. "Luke, it's getting dark. I've been gone for a whole day, I must get back." "What back to that abuser?" "I must, I have a country to run and Mother must be worried." "So what was this? What was last night? Was it nothing to you?!" "It was love, it was wonderful." "Love you say? Wonderful?! Then why go back to him?" "Because I have to! He's my husband and there is nothing I can do to change that!" "I'll kill him. I swear if he touches you again I'll kill him!" He goes over to Abigail and puts his hands on both sides of her head. "Please don't go Abigail, please, if you love me, please don't go." "I have to." Abigail pulls away from him and walks out still weak from her fall the day before. She slowly got on her horse and road away.