Friday, January 29, 2016

Honour At Steak

PHOTO PROMPT – © ceayr
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.

Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100

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