Married To Nobility

Married to Nobility The word sits so easily on your tongue like it had no more meaning than a Gallic shrug he came from the sea waded ashore you can say the only survivor of innocence. Barefoot in the broken glass of spoken untruth so much blood, they had thought I was one of them with claws bringing riches how much time spent and only to find a gardener. Lonely women everywhere middle-aged craved sex, something had to be done, the salvation come one of my forefathers had been a baron had three children I disliked them all and people said I was a baron too. The baroness died leaving the dilapidated castle to me. How they hate seeing me eat dinner at a café every day. I have spoken to Hercules Poirot but he can do nothing before someone is murdered