Months have gone by since Muraki's last face to face conversation with Phedre. He has slipped short missives under her door, and he thinks often of her, usually when he's seen something especially beautiful and he wishes that he could share it with her. He might have an odd relationship with Aramat, but in his mind, it's an affair of the flesh and ( Read more... )

Found at her door, wound about the stem of a sprig of briar rosesTo the Lady Phedre ( Read more... )

It might not be till late in the day, or well into the evening that Muraki returns to the cottage. He's spent the evening walking the halls of the house or the grounds. But now he's headed back to the small house he's been wintering with the two ladies, his footsteps likely heavier and slower than usual. He takes some time to scrape the snow from ( Read more... )