Philippe
Lord Pecuniaris had been looking for his wife since he came home from his round of the grounds. It wasn’t like Calendra at all not to be there when her husband arrived home. Ever since her sudden change of heart so many years ago, Calendra had been the most doting wife that had ever lived.
Philippe finally found his lady-wife up on the roof, looking out over the grounds.
Carlotta was thinking. Her second born son and heir to the Pecuniaris name and fortune, Joseph, had married lady Morgane Ruffia, now Pecuniaris about a year ago. It was a small ceremony, but the whole family was there and the King and Queen had send their regards to the young couple..
The blushing bride had recently bore her husband a son and heir and Joseph had named his child Philippe II, after his own father.
She was no longer a young woman, Calendra thought, but her life had been full with joy and love. Her eldest daughter, Elena, had joined a convent and Maya was recently married off to a wealthy tradesman and was expecting her first child.
But why was she so sad?
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