Euphema
Author: RWForsyth
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Euphemia

"According to the rumors, and that's all that I have to work with, your highness, but the rumors say that House Frey are criminals."

"Criminals?"

"Indeed. If you've studied the history of House Frey, the very first Frey lord was born a mere commoner. He was a privateer in our war against Britannia three hundred years ago."

"He worked for the throne as a privateer. Surely that doesn't brand him as a criminal?"

"If that was all, I would agree with you. Though the age of privates and privateers has since passed, in his time he was answering the thrones call. The war ended a few years after that first call was put out and the first Lord Frey couldn't bear to part with his new lifestyle. When the war came to an end, the first Lord Frey became a pirate.

"Had it not been but for a quirk of fate, he would have lived and died as one. He was close to being captured by the Britannian authorities. It was to his fortune that the pirate captain Frey preyed on more than merchant ships. He w
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