Tomarsen Family/Kirstyn Tomarsen/A New Liege
"This Duke Strat - good looking fellow?" Kirstyn asked.
"I-I believe the ladies find My Liege pleasant to the eye," answered the servant, never taking his eyes from her cleavage.
She noticed that the low-front piece had had the desired affect. "Good. Not that it matters, if he is rich. He is rich?"
The servant nodded quickly.
"Perfect. A bit older, as well, you say?" She smiled. A rich, older man, at the peak of his career, probably. Just the sort of man who would like a pretty young girl by his side.
"Take this to Your Liege," she said, handing him a note. "Be sure to describe me to him," she added, leaning forward to give the man one last look.
Your Grace, Duke Strat Fender of Creasur,
I am unknown to you, a mere young girl from the Far East Island washed up on your shores who seeks a strong, protective hand to guide me in this wild place.
I wonder if you would consider giving me an hour of your time to discuss my entering the service of Creasur, in whatever capacity I am most needed?
On bended knees, I am,
Lady Kirstyn Tomarsen
"A letter from His Grace, M'lady," Cassie said, handing the paper to Kirstyn.
"From Stratie?" Kirstyn asked, using what she had decided would be her pet name for him. She was buttoning up the front of a tight-fitting, lacy tunic. "What do you think - is exposing my midriff too much for the first meeting? Read it out to me."
Cassie opened the letter and perused the page.
"Uhm...he accepts your offer of fealty...but at a slightly lower tax share..."
"LOWER?" Kirstyn asked, in a voice that would have frozen the manhood off a yeti.
She took a breath, relaxed. "Very well, then. Send him a message, thanking him for his generosity."
If she was going to be queen of these people, she thought while buttoning the tunic up to her neck, she would have to learn self-control and tact.
