Things we're going well until Hampshire was facing Savage attacks almost every night and the wolves are blaming the vampires for what is happening.
Hampshire campus isn't safe anymore or any part of Hampshire town especially at night but the vampire...
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1850 in Frankford Delaware.
A black carriage stopped near the very small town full of small log cabins and busy unchanged werewolves, a beautiful elegant woman came out of the carriage with her escort helping her down and her female assistant by her side, she was wearing a green gown with white pearls on the front of her corset with white gloves, and she wore a white and a little bit of brown feathery hat making the brown colour almost match her curly chestnut hair, she was the beautiful Margaret. Vanessa and Alex's biological mother and crowned prince Howard's wife.
Benson and Brian walked towards the woman and made a small bow at the same time, they wore white and long sleeved shirts, waistcoats and green pants.
"My lady." Said Benson while he stood just after his bow.
"Benson." She said with a small smile on her face just before she turned to Brian.
"It's a pleasure seeing you my lady." Brian said.
"Please, anything to help." She said while she looked at both of them.
"This way please." Benson said while gesturing his guests to the path behind him.
"It's been a while since you came here my lady." Benson said while they all walked together.
"Did you miss me?" Margaret asked with a playful smile on her face earning a warm smile back. Brian cleared his throat and asked. "How was your trip home?"
"It was splendid I had so much fun with my babies." She replied.
"My lady." Margaret's assistant said making her boss turn to her. "Remember that time when Mr Alex was playing hide and seek with his granny and got stuck in the kitchen cabin?" She added earning a laugh from all of them.
"He didn't change at all didn't he?" Benson asked between his laugh, Margaret scoffed and replied. "Not even a little."
The stories went on as they walked closer to the small houses in that village but they suddenly stopped when they saw some of the palace guards taking sacks of food from the wolves, they were given instructions by a man who was holding some papers and a fountain pen.
"Is that the tax collector?" Benson asked.
"Looks like it, but he came too early if you ask me." Brian replied, Margaret looked at the man who was incharge of the situation and realized that she might have known him.
"How many sacks of grain?" The taxman asked.
"50 sir." One of the palace guard replied.
"What about meat?" The man asked.
"40 sir." The guard replied.
"Okay! We'll take 47 sacks of grains and give away 3." The taxman said.
