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My brothers note still lingered in my mind how dare he is all I could think. I paced the...

Dowager Princesse d'Angoumois Versailles, November 10th 1773

Dearest Madame,

Oh Mama! The wedding, the splendor! Oh you would have loved to see everyone done up in their finest again. I managed to get the most wonderful habit made just in time for...

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The Noblesse d'pe grand House de Saint-Cyr has stood as one of the premiere families in France through their dedicated military history and devotion to King and crown. Tracing their history back to the beginning is a task indeed, but the family proudly holds claim to it's beginnings as an off...

Dowager Princesse d'Angoumois Versailles, November 10th 1773

Dearest Madame,

I would like to first thank you dearest mother for you kind letter Ireceivedlast week, as always yourcorrespondencebrought joy and happiness to my day. I pray this letter...

He sat and mulled over the meeting with his wife's family friend, Monsieur le Stern and the suggestions of trade with Meloria. Perhaps this trip would become more lucrative for him than he first thought. Henri-Armand smiled to himself, retreating to his office to gather up a few papers. He...

It had been a very busy morning at the harbor in Melioria: the courier ship from Gibraltar had arrived with packets of newspapers and letters from England and America; there was the largeVenetian merchantman that had anchored just yesterday, but which had finished unloading its cargo by...

The night was closing in, enveloping the grounds in shadows as she had a final glance through the window to the fountain. "Mlle?" The servants voice stirred her from deep thoughts of sorrow. "MMM?" she replied, reclining her head to the side to look on him "ah yes Claude, that will be all,...

With his wife's guest now gone and the house quiet, Henri-Armand sneaks up the stairs as if heading to bed himself. He pauses outside the door to her rooms and listens for any sounds. The soft crackle of the fire in the fireplace, the occasional flip of a page in a book betrayed her presence...

That was the plan....

When Burly and I finally arrived at the convent where La Contessa was last seen, it appeared to be locked up and deserted. Not one nun could be seen, no gardener, no caretaker. No one. Burly hammered at the big doors and called out, but silence was the stern...