Beatrix

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'The Yorkies have sacked Dome,' the word came from the neighbouring city of Dervish. They feared they were next. 'Defend us with your men, and we will swear our allegiance to your house.'

Beatrix sat at the head of the table, contemplating. 'I am with child,' she confessed. 'the duke's child.'

the lord Pod extend his congratulations. 

'Yes, I thank you.' she replied. 'though, my house has many alliances, we have far too less to stake a claim now that the scots shall bring tyranny upon us.'

Pod agreed. 

'the yorks, killed my husband as you are well aware. I shall help you with twenty thousand men, if need be. In exchange, I shall want your support. I know you have a brother in court. Bring this to his awareness and I shall keep Dervish safe.'

'I give you my word, my lady.'

Beatrix nodded in approval. 'we need this child for peace, both from the scots as from the french, let alone the lady of dome, and the Winslow heir. make sure to bring it over in a dramatic fashion.'

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