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Marquis de Sable was worried. A commoner had been spotted hanging around
the gates of the mansion.
With three young ladies of marriageable age in the house, one
could simply not afford to be complacent.
The Marquessate of de Sable was not the same after Lady M had eloped
with the milkman. The Marchioness still
felt faint just thinking about it.
The chateau was crumbling from the inside but shabby and
intact outside. A certain dignity had to
be maintained.
In a way he was glad that it was the village butcher. Good cuts of meat were hard to get.
I am back after a break for another year of Fictioneers fun. Starting off with some light-hearted fun. Hoping for a few more comments and readers this year too.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100I am back after a break for another year of Fictioneers fun. Starting off with some light-hearted fun. Hoping for a few more comments and readers this year too.
