Blackfoot Forest la tâche tombe

"of course i do not think you a fool, monsieur," madeleine sighed, settling before him. "but many a man has fallen under the thrall of claudia, thinking her older than she is. i would not hold it against you." she paused, her smooth brow furrowing once. "she will be a year in three short months. could a mate be chosen for her now?" the trepidation returned to madeleine's visage.  "pray, take her as your wife!" she sugested in a fierce whisper. "that way i know she will be well-tended. she trusts you to the utmost degree."