I put this song to give it a bigger effect, from the Modern Era.) * Beverest= my word, name of a kingdom I invented.*

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                - Poetse?- Enunciated King Charles II, to one of his messengers.

                - Yes sir. The Lady of Beverest, is a poetess and actress.

                - Impossible! A woman cannot become such an illustrious being, as a man is a masterpiece.

                - So, you say that Sir Wilmot, is illustrious?- Said the messenger, lowering his head regretting what he had said.

                - I reprimand myself: Some men.- He said stopping suddenly, after seeing two more messengers running.

                - Majesty, we have news.- One of them started.

                - The Court of Beverest is coming this week for the ball.

                - Oh my God! We must alert everyone.

                 With that, the three went separately against the entire court of the King of England.

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                  For the first time, I will visit England, accompanied by my parents.
Probably the news that I'm a poet must have gotten there, and that maybe there's a dubious feeling going on.

                  In my case, my father is the one who supports me in this decision, not my mother. She told me I must be a lady, no poems or drama. That is, nothing.

                  At dusk, I sat at the desk in my quarters, working out my new poem, I hear a knock at the door:

                - Is it decent, daughter?

                - Yes, father. Come on in.- He opened the door and walked towards where I was.

                - Writing?

                - Correct, and my luggage is ready. 

                - I came here to ask you, you know the 2nd Earl of Rochester, right?- He nodded, affirming.- I want you to take certain care.

                - I will, my father. I knew whatI will, my father. I knew what had happened between him and his wife.

               -  Very well!

               -  But I can't promise, because he and I like some of the same subjects

               - You're right. Even so, better safe than sorry.

               - I agree.

               -  Now I'm leaving. Goodnight my dear

               -  Good night dad.

                In two days, we will travel to London. And I hope everything is fine.

After two days...

   
                Today. It is today that I will meet the Court. Amazingly, I'm not anxious, actually I'm curious.
The journey will take six and a half hours, from what I heard from the coachman. I thought it would be ephemeral.

                 Six hours passed, and we found ourselves in front of the Edinburgh Palace, waiting.
              The coachman brought the horses to a halt with a gentle lapead, and within seconds the carriage came to a slight stop.

              My father came down, and offered his hand to my mother, and then to me.

             - It's breathtaking!- My father exclaimed, still holding my hand, referring to the palace.

             - Yes.- Mom agreed, adjusting the sleeves of her beautiful green dress.

               The monumental gate opened, revealing the iconic King Charles II and his London Court.

                John Wilmot was on his left, looking confidently ahead. I don't deny he's attractive, but he's a rake, which proves how little he is about faithful relationships. Even being married.

             The king stood face to face with my father, who referenced him, my mother and I followed his example.

             - Your Highness, it is a great pleasure to meet you, together with my family. This is Countess N/m; My wife and Lady Y/n Y/sn, my daughter.

             - It's a pleasure, Your Highness.- We said together.

             - I say the same. I almost forgot, the 2nd Earl of Rochester, John Wilmot.- He said pointing to the man with curly hair, who was looking at me lewdly.

             - Lady.- Taking my hand, and kissing it. Detail: It wasn't a small kiss.

             - Sir Wilmot, you could inspire us with your thoughts.

               With that said, the Count put one of his hands inside his coat, pulling out a paper, which I declare, had a strange color. As if it were dirty.

             - On the Isle of Brittany, Oh, land of Medusa. Famous for fathering the best whores...- He suddenly stopped, and looked at our faces, possibly embarrassed.- Damn.- He cursed himself under his breath.

                The king looked at him askance, as if asking him to leave, which he did immediately.
              My parents were amazed.

                 I decided to leave too, silently asking for them, who soon accepted.

              -  Mister Wilmot?

              -  Lady Y/sn. What do you bring here?

              -  Even though I know little about your poem, I would love to read it in its entirety.

              -  Of course. We can go to my table, as much to show you how much I'd like to see your poems.

                I nodded and walked up the stairs, following him.

                It was late at night when I had to sleep. He had gotten a little drunk, even courting me.
           
             - Good evening, Mr. Wilmot. I loved meeting you.- I turned his face slowly, and brushed my lips across his cheek, an action that made him close his eyes.

             - Good evening, Lady Y/n. See you tomorrow.

             - Until.

Although it was a tiring day, everything ended well.

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             I didn't post yesterday, as I was at a party, and that's why I was prevented from writing.

           Hugs😘

        Signed: Raquel❤