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"They turned my love into a weapon; now I am the warrior they feared, and their end will be swift and merciless." ~Araneae Ruber.
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De Clare's County Estate
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MEREDITH HANDS smoothly glided through her paper as she scribbled on her book.
She was making plans for the upcoming sumor hunt, arranging the knights that would go.
Hunt or anything proactive was not her thing, so she needed someone who would go in her place.
Suddenly, her eyes trailed out the window. "Noisy. Too Noisy."
Reaching off the bell that sat on the window pane, she jiggled it twice and soon a maid came rushing in.
"You called my lady?"
"Whatever is going on out there, tell them to stop."