Edinburgh october 1679
Lady Christian is arrested and charged with the murder of her lover, James Forrester. News of her impironment and subsezuent trial is splashed across the broadsides, with headlines that leave little room for doubt: Adulteress. Whore. Murderess.
Only a year before, Lady Christian was newly married, living a life of privilege and respectability. So what led her to risk everything for an affair? And does that make her guilty of murder? She wasn´t the only woman in Forrester´s life, and certainly not the only one whp might have had cause to wish him dead.
Draft page 44
"-So, with Edinburgh Castle glowering down at me, a whore I did become. One day off a week, to spend my coins at the oyster bars or fhe confectioner. Or wandering the narrow lane, admiring the silks and stockings for sale in the Luckenbooths. Mrs Fiddes dresses me in frocks in every shade from emerald green to shimmering rose from Miss Marigolds Emporium. And a maid who does the laundry and the gardyloo, so I never have to cuch my own shit out of the window. What a glorious life!Luckier than most round here."