desire you, mayhap....

Oh! my God! ..." "But you need have no fear," she protested gently, "you know that I gave my whole heart willingly to you ...

my prince ..." "Nay, but you cannot know," he persisted violently, "sweet, gentle creature that you are, you cannot guess the agonies which a strong man endures when he is gnawed by ruthless insane jealousy ..." She gave a cry of pain.
"Amede!" for she felt hurt, deeply wounded by his mistrust of her, when she had so wholly, so fully trusted him.
"I know ...

I know," he said with quick transition of tone, fearful that he had offended her, striving to master his impatience, to find words which best pleased her young, romantic temperament, "Nay! but you must think me mad....

Mayhap you despise me," he added with a gentle note of sadness.