See this? My life now. A large historic garden, all the flowers dead dead dead because no one, in the midst of all that fighting, could be bothered to tend to them.
The fighting was a grand divorce, the divorce of Lord and Lady Selby. Each country had picked their allies and fighters from the maids and servants. Some were spies, sent to see if one of the parties were adulterous. What was my part in the war?
'Just look after the garden, Jane,' Lady Selby told me. It wasn't that she cared for her impressive historical garden, only that it gave off a bad impression to guests.
'Yes, maam.' I curtsied and exited, a bit disappointed that I was not to partake in the chaos of this total war.
I was of course kept up-to-date on the current situation by Frances, one of the newer more gossipy maids:
'Well, the Lady insists the master's cavorting with Sally the kitchen girl...you know Sally?'
I vaguely recalled the name and her features.
' I know of her'
'She always was a hussy.I wouldn't put it past her.'
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