Yes

Luke strode down the hallway, his secretary trailing behind him.

"Your excellency, if you just listen..." His secretary blathered.

Luke stopped staring at his secretary. "I don't care how important they think they are. You can say the mass or get one if the lay preachers do it for all I care."

Luke turned, ringing the bell at the locked door that separated the church from the convent beside it. A covered window opened in the door, revealing the wizened face of the door nun.

The woman looked him over before asking, "Good morrow, Your Excellency. How may the convent serve you today?"

"Please admit me. I need to speak with my sister," he ordered.

The nun closed the door and began opening the locks that barred the door. Turning back to his secretary, Luke told him, "Adam, have the stables ready my carriage with a suitable escort."

Adam started to open his mouth to say something. Seeing the look in his superior's eyes, he instead bowed his head, saying, "Yes, Your Excellency."

The door to the convent swings open, and Luke enters into its entryway.

"Is my sister in her office?" Luke asked the nun busy engaging the locks on the convent door.

Looking over at him, she said, "No, Your Excellency, our mother is inspecting storehouse three currently."

Luke closed his eyes. "And where is that sister?"

She looked past him, calling out, "Sister Agatha, can you please escort the bishop to storeroom three?"

Luke turned to see Sister Mary Agatha come over in her work clothes. Luke smiled. Agatha was another of the six nuns his sister had found to share his bed. A daughter of serfs who were able to flee after their lord and his heir were killed in battle. Sadly, they all caught a fever, and only she survived. Since then, she has been raised in the convent. Easily the most religious of his lovers, but even she happily knelt to take his cock into her throat.

Looking at his little nun, he couldn't help but strip her in his mind. Recognizing the look, she blushed prettily, saying, "This way, your excellency."

He followed his lover at a respectful distance till they were out of earshot before saying, "How are we doing this fine day, my dear Sister Cunt Lips?"

Agatha almost stumbled to a stop before pleading, "Please, Luke, not here."

Unrepentant Luke laughed, "Very well, my dear, lead on." Agatha led him past two other store rooms and the infirmary before arriving at storehouse three.

Pausing at the door, he looked at Agatha, saying, "You can return to your duties, my dear."

Nodding, the nun hurried back to her chores. Taking a deep breath, Luke pushed into the storeroom. Three sisters were in the room: his sister, surprisingly Bella, and a third sister he'd never met.

Upon seeing him, the two nuns bowed, saying, "Your excellency." His sister smiled, saying, "What brings my brother the mighty bishop to our humble convent?"

Luke looked at the third nun, who informed him, "I'm Sister Mary Denis, your excellency."

At hearing her speak, Luke cocked his head, observing, "You're not English, are you?"

The nun smiled, telling him, "No, Your Excellency, I was born in Tours, and my father was a wine merchant."

Her body was hidden by her habit, but her face was indeed lovely. Normally he would love to get her particulars, but alas, he had other business.

"I do apologize, Sister, but I need to talk to my sister and Bella in private," Luke ordered.

The nun nodded as Jessica decreed, "Wait for me in the chapel, sister."

Luke waited a good thirty seconds after the nun left before turning to his sister.

"Jes I need you to prepare a letter," he started.

Jessica, who knew him better than anyone else, chimed in, "What is the cause, brother? Plague, pox, or some other wasting disease?"

Luke smiled, saying, "Use your imagination, my dear."

Looking over at Bella, he asked, "Bella, a plot is afoot against my father. My brother needs to know, and I don't want my message to go awry."

"What does that have to do with me?" she asked.

Luke looked at his lover. "I want you to go with me to my family's estate. But if you leave with me, it will not be as Sister Mary Bredan or as Lady Beatrice Beaumont."

Bella was absolutely still as she whispered, "Who would I be?"

Luke smiled, "It would be as my mistress, the widow Bella Ramsay. You would own a house in town and have servants. And any children would have my name."

A tear streamed from her eyes, followed by another. Turning, the nun asked in a choked voice, "What would my parents be told?"

Luke's sister chimed in, "While serving in our infirmary, you contracted the sweating sickness. Despite prayer and our best care, you passed from this world."

Bella stood there for a moment before finding her voice, "Since the day my father decided I wasn't worth a dowry...."

Luke moved over to his lover and placed his hand on her shoulder. Bella sighed, coming to a decision. "Had I willingly chosen this, I would tell you no."

Turning her head, she gave Luke a weak smile. "Instead I'll leave with the name given to me by the man who wants me."

Jessica interjected, "Gather anything you want to take with you, then check the clothing room; we may even still have what you were wearing when you arrived."

Bella left to go to her cell for the last time, leaving Luke and his sister alone. Turning to her brother, she asked, "Okay, what is this so-called plot?"