Jessica Robinson
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After soothing my Duke's pain for the cut lips, and some more wounds he pretends to have, it's time to take a break. From travelling, not just making out. When the carriage stops, I split from him and realise that I'm all dishevelled. My hair is unkempt, the dress wrinkled, and my shoulders full of light bites. I can't get out like this. I sigh while combing my hair with the fingers before finding a brush in the pocket luggage. After tying the hair in a simple bun, I smooth the skirts with my…-
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Breakfast with the Barnets is a long, tedious process. I've been munching some bread with butter for a while, paying attention not to overeat. Even if I don't really care about my image all that much, it's better to avoid giving my husband's relatives any material for gossip. ?We're honoured to have you here, my Lord,? the Viscount says. ?We're so surprised that you decided to pass by; but elated.? ?I have a reason to be here.? He smirks. ?I've been exchanging letters with Bertha lately.? The…
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Bertha Grahm's parents are distant relatives of the Lord of Kyre. When the girl was little, they sent her to Stoneyard as a playmate for Alexander. I don't know if they had other purposes, but the two grew up close. In the end, she profited from Alexander's name as much as to be engaged, and then married, to one of the most promising youth in the Empire. Samuel Grahm is expected to become Count as soon as his father becomes Duke. Which is after the elder's death. For now, the title of the Duke…
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The second stop of the journey is in the south of Kyre. Here live some relatives of Alexander. As far as I understood, they're the parents of Samuel Grahm's wife. Which is unsettling. If there are family bonds between the Grahms and the Lord of Kyre, I can't expect support from his family. No big deal, but still worrying. Alexander seems to believe his cousin wholeheartedly, so I have to be the rational one this time. I can sense if something is wrong. Before visiting their residence, we tour…
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It turns out that Ephrah is Alexander's friend. They met during one of his adventures during the wars, way before he was sent to bring Polis down. They can't keep in touch often because they both have their responsibilities. But, somehow, they trust each other enough to plan together how to deliver a lethal message. This reminds me of the merchant that refurnished Polis during the war. They're brave people, I have to admit it. Even though they're driven by nothing else but profit. Few know how much…
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The journey back to the capital feels like going to battle. At least for me. Alexander is as calm as always while he oversees the servants packing the carriages. He has ordered a comfortable seat, and he personally filled our carriage with pillows. He even asked me if I wanted to travel alone, but he had such a beaten expression that I couldn't accept. Not that it was my intention, in the first place. Yet, sometimes, I feel like dealing with a puppy in fear to be abandoned, rather than an…
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Sometimes, fate is so mean. Some people just have all the lucks. Like, for example, my husband. He's not just good at drawing: he's even better at painting. I have to admit that only a few artworks on the walls, shattered in the whole castle, can be considered on par. Not lady Lyana, nor the painters that sometimes visited to show me their techniques and teach me a trick or two can be compared. I was ready to teach Alexander how to mix colours. Yet, his eyes must be better than mine because he…
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My printing house will soon start working, but I won't be here to administer it. Hence, I left lady Lyana all the documents and sigils needed. The newspaper turned out pretty interesting to most people since something like that hasn't ever been seen around here. I've sent the early copies to my acquaintances, Shannon and Anne Mary as first. The laboratory will continue printing until the end of the week, decreasing the price as time passes. On Saturday, even commoners will be able to afford it.…
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When I remember the book Alexander sweated so much not to make me read, days have passed. I'm constantly sitting on the couch with a mountain of pillows behind my back. The baby has started moving. Sometimes, my stomach trembles as the baby changes position. It's funny, and I always burst out laughing when I notice it. Alexander observes my face with a pout, wondering whether to walk to me or not. In the end, he hasn't yet asked to touch my stomach while the baby moves. However, he talks to it…
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It's been barely a month since the last time I saw my friends, but it feels like years. Anne Mary Wilhelm is the first to arrive. It's amazing how she doesn't care to be early, contrary to Shannon Lynn, who is always five minutes late as per custom. ?I've brought my children with me,? she states as soon as she gets in the tea room. Children? How long has she been married? ?This one is mine mine,? she mutters while turning to a two-year-old boy with round cheeks and blonde hair. Behind him,…
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