Lady Charlotte Christianson awoke, startled and then furious, hearing the cross-eyed imbecile screaming outside her bedroom window again. It was the fifth morning in a row that Tias had woken her up.

“British send him regard to Charlotte!” he bellowed.

Charlotte cursed under her breath and jumped up, looking around for something to throw at him. She decided on a marble paperweight and hurled it out the window. By then, Tias had already wandered off. She continued cursing under her breath as she threw a robe on and stomped downstairs.

As Charlotte headed back upstairs, after retrieving her marble paperweight, she saw a note on her desk.

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Fore Sharlot
TiAS stan unnur bedrum winow eesch murneen un yell, “British sennd him reegaard to Sharlot.” Hope roy-al wuman heer TiAS yell! TiAS doo az told!!

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Charlotte clenched her jaw and stomped back upstairs.