(http://www.daemonstv.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/tudors-gal-natalie_001.thumbnail.jpg)<br/><br/>Lynne Devaul's family was well known deep in the countryside of England. In these parts, perhaps as infamous as the King himself. Owning the only pub for miles upon miles would offer that. Her father sat in the far corner while Lynne tended to the bar. Her pale green dress framed her upper body in a way that most women of the time never thought to frame themselves. Rumors filtered the town about her late husband but she never gave into the rumors and often kept to herself about the ordeal. She let the townspeople think whatever it was they wanted to think.<br/><br/>This was her life. Her pub.<br/><br/>Slowly she wiped down the counter at the bar when someone walked through door. Every night was an adventure in the pub. Wenches, whores, travelers, and creatures that only story books and folk lore told about.