I was just about to knock on the hastily cobbled together
door when it opened, and a peasant woman smiled at me.
“Ah, just the man I wanted to see!”
I was thrown. Most people weren’t anywhere as happy to see
the Kingsmen.
“Yes, you must be Edith, wife-“
“You can have everything! A gift to the King!”
After a moment I shrugged and turned to my guards. They
began to take everything in the home.
“Your husband is on the fields?” I asked, needing something
to say.
“Yes he is, plowing that red-haired whore who lives by the
well.”
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