Dark brooding clouds hung low over the horizon. A wayward breeze lifted the banner
unfurling it to stream out from the flagpole before finding its way across the
yard. The touch of cool air sent a
shiver up her arms causing her to look up from the garden she was kneeling in.
The morning had been sunny and she had spent it outside
working among the plants she loved, weeding and tilling, tidying up. Now it seemed the weather had
turned. She sighed not ready to go
back inside the keep and the chaos brought about by the King’s
announcement.
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