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The war wagged on outside the window as the canons lit everything on fire. The lady of Watson Manor peered outside her window calmly brushing her long black hair in silence. Sitting in her room she listened to the harsh overplayed ballads of war that ingrained into her head like the melody of an out of tune music box that had been sitting on a shelf.
Soft tears fell from her eyes as Elena Watson spoke a small prayer into her rosary. She asks for the protection and safe return of Jebidiah Frazier, the local farm boy, her lover.
"Oh Jebidiah" she cried into her hands. He was the only one she loved. The only one she could see her self loving. Yet it was she was never to be with Jeb, for she was betrothed to Sir Henry Crosby the Second. Her worst nightmare.
"My lady Elena!" Emma came bursting through the door screaming. "Sir Crosby is here and he isn't very happy."
"Tell him I do not wish to see him!" Elena fired back crinkling her nose at the horrid idea,
"Yes my lady I will d..."
The bold blonde haired man burst through the door. He arrogance was so repulsive it left a thick stench in the air.
"Move out my way servant girl I wish to see my bride."
Emma blocked his way. "I don't think I can do this sir."
"Girl I said move!" Henry shoved Emma hard making her fall backwards.
"You will not treat my servants this way in my house!" Elena rose from her seat defending Emma.
"Hush you young fool you do not treats house servants as more than common peasants."
"I think you should leave!" Elena screamed, her face boiling red.
"What?" Henry questioned, surprised.
"Leave."
Before he could stop himself he struck her across the face. "What your manners girl!"
Both Emma and Elena stared on in horror before Emma left the room.
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