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Beatrix threw with furniture.
'I want them dead!'
her mother-in-law agreed.
'we have not enough men, mi'lady.' said the custodian
Beatrix stopped to look at him. then began to tear at her dress, until her neck appeared. Upon her neck lay a diamond crusted jewel. She plucked at it until it came free.
'Take this,' she forced it into his hands. 'take all of this.' Beatrix gestured around the room, her eyes swollen and red. 'sell all of it, and buy men, slaves, an army of children. I want to see them all lay dead in a pool of blood as red as the love I had felt for my husband.'
'the Yorks have gone to far this time,' lady Mirt said. 'I will turn into a horse, before a Yorky is crowned.'
Beatrix agreed.
'But, listen to yerselfs.' said the custodian. 'we have no claim any more. The Duke is dead, he has a bride, but no heir.'
Beatrix gave a eerie smile, an idea then was formed. 'Then I shall have an heir for him.'
'are you with child?' her mother-in-law jumped to her feet.
'Not yet,' Beatrix smarted herself up. 'find me a man that resembles the Duke. send him to my chamber.' she walked briskly toward the door. 'when I am done with him, be sure you'll feed him well. Roasted boar, onions, carrots, turnips, and a goblet of spiced wine, make it a feast, and then slit his throat. by the end of March, I will have the Duke's heir.'
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Life Recreated
RomanceWhen the most powerful man on the earth falls deadly ill, with no heirs to take his place; his crown is to be given to one of his closets relative. The Duke of Pessline South. But when the Duke, unexpectedly gets murdered, the successor is inconclus...
