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Sunday, January 17, 2016
Though it wasn’t the shortest route, he crossed the woodland for the pleasure of hearing the badgers at play, then wound through the garden.
These last few days, he had crept around the house all afternoon and evening, entertaining himself by dodging the gardeners and footmen—false and real. Though he was sure he didn’t blend as perfectly as his father in his prime years would have, he’d been able to get close enough to gossiping servants to garner information.
Food preparations were being made: simple refreshments for those who would come for the wedding and a more lavish brunch, but nothing grand, as the general was setting off shortly after the simple ceremony.
The servants were sniffling about the wedding and fawning all over Anneliese. Not surprising.
