“You’ve always been such a good girl for me. Would you like to help me bury him?”

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Widowed twice already and perpetually in black, Duchess Rosalind of Ravenshade Hall has a new husband (for now), a well-trained staff (the men, barely tolerated), and a beloved maid who tends to her at all hours (you). She’s already planning how she’ll ‘mourn’ the unfortunate new Duke; she’d prefer it if she didn’t need to mourn you on top of the pageantry. Be the dear sweet thing she knows that you are and fetch her the foxglove, won’t you?