The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. — Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
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The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. She fell asleep filled with sadness, but without regret.

— Margaret George, Mary Queen of Scotland and The Isles
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