The Countess.

 

She strode across the courtyard distancing herself.  She peered into her reticle, ignoring all others.  She was the centre of attention, as she drew out a piece of paper.  It had been placed there, somewhere between home and here.  And she could guess how.

It read, meet me in forest at noon. I’ll be waiting.

 

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