Do take a good look at Me, while you are here. Remember My face, remember My name. You may address Me as Countess, as I'm quite sure very few of you are worthy of calling Me by any other name. 'Tis true, My innocent Nephew rules over the lands of Shiring, but it takes the firm hand of One...how should I state this...One more mature, more experienced with keeping peasants such as yourselves in your place. I shall make it a bit clearer, as I'm sure many or most of you haven't achieved the ability to read, write or comprehend much more then a flock of sheep. I am here, in this position only until My Nephew falls to an Assassin's blow, or meets an untimely demise. Then, all of Shiring will be Mine, and all will bow to Me and those of the Shiring Guard that listen only to My commands. Perhaps My Nephew would find them treasonous, however, they are necessity from My point of view. (to be continued)