Marguerite looked over at Percy strangely before looking over to Beaufort and growled like a petulent child of 5. "Yer honor?" She asked, huffing about that shooting the pistol hadn't worked. "Ye kill each others, I ain't touchin' yer mess!"
The words settling in, she cried, "OR JUST DON'T LEAVE ME WITH A BLOODY HUSBAND A'TALL! THEN WHATS GOOD IS YER HONOR ANE'WAYS?"
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The words settling in, she cried, "OR JUST DON'T LEAVE ME WITH A BLOODY HUSBAND A'TALL! THEN WHATS GOOD IS YER HONOR ANE'WAYS?"