A burning flame of the heart

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Prologue

Ireland, 1821

"M'Lady, your tea is ready", Roal, the servent-butler, bowed.

"Aye, thank you. It's a beautiful day in Dublin, isn't it".

"Aye, M'Lady". Roal placed the Irish Tea on a silver plate. He noticed the warm, morning sun gleam, and she smiled.

"Is there anything else, M'Lady?".

"Nay, if you can send Shiela, she can brush my hair".

"Aye", and he bowed again...Then he opened the regal double doors...And went outside. Once the servant-girl followed the senior Servant, Lady Margaret Lavelock watched the young girl quiver. She smiled at her.

"Come, child! It's alright. Can you take care of my hair?".

"Aye", Shiela bowed, then relaxed...And did as her Lady ordered her to do.

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