Year:1705 Place:Londen, Englend. In the shadows,a dark creacher lurks spotting its prey... ''My lady, the royal dressmaker is here!''called Elisabeth,Mary's nurse,and good friend.''Coming Elisabeth,I just need to finsh up!''exclamied the young troble maker.Meanwhile something far more important was happing... ''Yes,yes they are complety unawere of whats going to happen.''a raspy voice shirked.''Good,''said an entoicxcatating voice.''The marrige will go on,and then I will suck her blood!'' ''But my lord,you won't forget our deal will you?'' ''Of corse not,Hexinburg.I don't go back on my deals.'' ''So my lady,would you like satin or lace?''the hansome dressmaker asked.''I don't know,what do you think mother?'' the young bride to be inquirded.''I think lace.'' the queen decladerd
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