There’s nothing like a random romance story. This story courtesy of Romance Writer.
Love Under the StormClouds
Waiting alone in the full knowledge that her fate was now sealed, with the shouts of the street hawkers wafting in from outside, the softly-sobbing Clarissa thought once more of Stanley de la Fourchette d’Or, the bold bandito who had been so gentle in her arms. He was now, according to his scheming partner, Reg, drinking himself to death in the company of the hateful Luiz.
Then came a sudden clatter of hooves, and she gasped. He was here! “All I have is yours, beloved!” he said in his halting Spanish, tilting her oval face up to meet his lips, and as he dabbed at her tears with the handkerchief she herself had made for him, she vowed never again to do anything spiteful, foolish or immature.