This is the fictional story of a non fiction character. William Marshal lived in the late 12th century and died in the early 13th century. I read a book by another author and unwillingly found myself in 1199 watching William and his young wife getting married. Later I cried with the rest of his family as he lay dying still loyal to his country. I hope that by the time this story is finished you will take away a feeling of being in medieval England when knights were chivalrous and women were often seen as the bearers of heirs and not much more. Please leave comments and let me know if I should continue writing this. Thanks.