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Many coins would have to be invested. One thing caught his attention. In the basement, a huge bellows for forging weapons, large rooms, strong walls for siege. It was not the home she craved. In cold and bare room closed mourning clothes dressed.

As everyone imagined the Countess took the funeral of the Duke of Farallon to heart. She controlled as best she could the ravings of the hereditary duke, received the condolences and communicated to his majesty what had happened, sending the documents of the manor. By fact and right, by marriage she was the consort of the duke, to avoid any misunderstanding she sent the tributes, of course accompanied by their corresponding receipts.

The king angrily stamped them. Duke dead, Countess put.