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"Your days of laughter are numbered,
Because karma is sharpening its claws.
And when it strikes,
I'll be there to enjoy the show." ~Araneae Ruber
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'SOLDIER'S DEPARTMENT?' Louisa muttered. Calming herself, she stood straight and turned to the maid. Snatching the letter, she tore it open and skimmed through it.
Rolling her eyes, she joined it with a scoff. Turning around, she walked towards the crackling fire place and threw the letter in, watched as it burnt to ashes.
Climbing her bed, and threw the covers over her head and forced herself to sleep.
"I will continue my assignment tomorrow. Burn out the lamp as you leave."
"Right… Yes, my lady." She bowed and left.
Louisa's lips deepened to a frown.
Another thing that scared her since Luella left was the amount of deaths that increased in the dukedom.
Just in a month, there had being two deaths. All in mysterious ways. It didn't make sense to her. Nothing did.