11-09-2009
It was a peaceful day in the realm of Sir Trevor, affording him the much needed time to complete his reports, for the Lords of the Privy Purse.
It always took great diligence from him to ensure that adjustments of loss, were dealt with fairly, so all would be satisfied in the end. Thus, promoting a peaceful Kingdom.
Lady Cheryl, taking advantage of this peace, took herself off to her favourite place of pleasure, Hairven. Here she was indeed pampered. Her hair was bathed in the sweetest soaps. Her troubles were swept away during a healing massage.
Having taken her leave, her tresses shining and swaying down her back, our Lady returned to her Knight, Sir Trevor, that she might enjoy the look of approval in his eyes.
12-09-2009
It was the day before the weekend. A very important day. Lady Cheryl had the task of venturing forth into the marketplace, to buy the weekly provisions for the castle.
Sir Trevor had supplied our Lady with coinage he deemed more than generous for this task. Indeed he found it most advantageous to add a little more, for to be sure, his life had become less burdomsome, since she had taken on this role.
Lady Cheryl had after all, exhibited a simply marvelous knack pertaining to bargain mongering, ever witnessed, and had oft times left him speechless at her audacity.
All this bode well in the running of the castle, for as all knew, a happy and comfortable home is indeed a deserving Knight's right.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
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