*gallops back in, her cheeks still wet from her tears. In one hand, she still clutches the piece of parchment... -- King's Chambers

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Subject: *gallops back in, her cheeks still wet from her tears. In one hand, she still clutches the piece of parchment...

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The New Countess, Meg, of Luster

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Date Posted: 18:36:23 03/12/01 Mon

*she dismounts, in a daze, and hands her horse to a servant, enters the large hall, sits, and reads the paper once more.. The words haven't changed. Fresh tears trickle down her rosy cheeks as she silently mourns her father... Suddenly, a realization hits her. She gasps... Her father, the Count of Luster, had no heirs but herself... She is the new Countess. She shakes her head, trying to convince herself it's not true, it can't be, but another read of the message indicates otherwise. Pulling the other letter from the folds of her dress, she opens it and reads silently. New things were being sent here at once, along with a few trusted servants... And they were awaiting her orders in Luster... She shook her head silently once more, folded the letter up, dried her tears, and stood to look out the window for the approaching things...The letter had been in the village a week.. Her people would arrive any time..*

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