Monday, 29 November 2010

January 2nd, 862

Baldwin and I got married in Senlis. Papa is furious and Baldwin says we can't stay around here. As long as I'm with Baldwin I don't mind.


  1. Ah, lurv, ain't it grand? Just wait until she has to wash his socks and underwear, his floors and his moth-eaten old fur sheets.

  2. Good for her. Her dad should want her happy too!


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