Horror, suspense
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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DeBare dismounted and strode up to her with the confidence of a man used to taking what he wanted from life, something he had apparently been doing since its birth. As a lowly yo man, he'd risen far and fast on his wits and suppose charm and now prayed fervently for the day he'd fall all the way back down. Ella, my deepest condolences. His Majesty and I are devastated that we were unable to attend the funeral services for his beloved uncle. Unfortunately, pressing matters kept us at Westminster. The king's condolences are much appreciated, she said stiffly. Could she manage to stay just this side of rudeness? The Berg could destroy her if he chose. His Highness charged me with bringing a small token of his affection for his Uncle William. He gestured to a riderless horse being ponied by one of his companions. The horse wore a pack saddle laden with what looked like a large box. The myth of the Trojan horse stored in her mind. Would she ever look ATT? Anything without at least a hint of suspicion? Again, bring your men into the hole for some refreshment. She'd have rather offered him a cup of poison out here in the courtyard, but there was no way to avoid the invitation. She prayed. He didn't intend to settle in for a long visit. Her castle did house the king's garrison so he could claim to be here on the king's business. She couldn't keep him out without risking. The Kings are something she had no desire to do. Thank you, kind lady tippers, honeyed smile churned her gut. Your hospitality is a credit to late husband. How is young William bearing up? He's devastated by the loss of his father, as I'm sure you can imagine. Think God, she'd had the self control not to share her suspicions with her son if he thought his father's measure was about to enter the hole. He'd grab his father's famous long sword and greet Tober with it flashing in his hand, and no good could come of that. The white veil of blindness had crept over both of his eyes of scurrying their original colour, but she'd seen the dead girl's grey eyes staring up at her from the riverbank. She readied herself to break the news. I believe your daughter is dead. I he shoved a hand into his matted hair. I thought as much when they told me a body were found in the river. She'd been missing that long and he trailed off and hung his head. I'm so sorry. L a wish. She grow for solace between mere words. I suppose she fell in the river and drowned. He wiped his nose on a sleeve. The banks have been that slippery of late. Ella hesitated actually. We have reason to believe she was dead before she entered the river. What do you think? She was killed. His big polls tightened and fist. Why? I'll take that ******* in my bare Hans and tear his head off blind and all. I'll do it. Just you watch me. Master hall, which calm yourself. The guards nearby rose and put their hands on the hilt of their swords. Do not take justice into your own hands that only compounds the crime. Rest assured, I intend to identify your daughter's murderer and seek justice for her. You surprise temporarily smoothed his wrinkles, leaving the black lines of dirt exposed on the surface of his skin. But your a woman? Yes, I'm aware of that. She pulls to get the better of myself. There was nothing to gain by being sarcastic, and I worked closely with my late husband on matters of justice. I have been Countess of Salisbury since my father died. And it is with that authority and the wisdom gained from my 39 years on this Earth that I intend to assume the role of sheriff and all its responsibilities. Begging your pardon, ma'am. I didn't mean to offend. I'm far from being offended. I simply want to reassure you that justice will be done. I do hope so. Mom. My own daughter, dead tears formed at the corner of his blank staring eyes and sorrow clutched at a heart. She's with God now, Master Harwich. She can't suffer anymore. Lord knows she suffered enough at the hunts of that Boston L. A. Now face the most unpleasant task. Would you be able to identify her by touch? I mean, we have our body here at the castle. She could swear he turned pale beneath his layers of grime. Her body Oh, I he wobbled on his feet. And as she reached out to steady him, she noticed how tourney and worn and soaked through his ancient leather boots were, in fact, all of his clothing was thread there are inadequate to the March weather.