22-09-2009
Our Knight Sir Trevor, sat in his writing room, penning his reports to the Lords of the Privy Purse.
Looking out of his win
dow over the castle mote,and further to the river rambling past, he was filled with an overwhelming sense of gratification.
dow over the castle mote,and further to the river rambling past, he was filled with an overwhelming sense of gratification.Certain it was, that his decision years prior, to leave the realm of his birth, and build his own legacy, here, on this beautiful spot, had been a good one.
Now our Knight and Lady could peruse nature and all around them with a benign smile of happiness.
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