Hope Posted December 16, 2016 Share Posted December 16, 2016 Margaret was missing her son desperately. *Rat-a-tat-tat* It had not been easy to steal away. But here she was. Finally stood in the drafty hall at the door of these rooms he lived in under the keeping of Prince Rupert. Under any other circumstance it would be a family victory to have him drawn even tighter to Cumberlands breast. But she was not laughing. Nor was Brooke. IN fact laughter at their house was in very short supply these days. Margret insisted upon holding the gift herself, its wrapping rather rumpled, having enjoyed a half dozen different hiding places in the past few days. Hidden from her Lord Husband, who might have lectured her at great length if he knew of the present, let alone that she was delivering it personally. It really had to end. She couldn't bear to see the men in her life at such odds. And so the Countess waited, hoping that he would be home. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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