COMPLETED✔
ENGLAND early 1400s,
A Charming ROGUE,
And a COUNTESS on a run.
Big SECRETS
And a troubled PAST
CLASHING together.
An EVIL uncle,
A ruthless FIANCÉ
And a whole ARMY chasing after them.
It all LEADS to the most
DRAMATIC,
and FUNNY
LOVE s...
Here ya go! Another update. I think I will update daily for the next two chapters. And then will see.
Surprise, thought Rosaline, after she had crossed the threshold of Castle Abbotsburry's keep, was beyond of an apt word to describe what she was feeling at the moment.
And if the amount of squeezing that Harry Styles was applying on her hand was any indication, it was an apt word for what he was feeling, as well.
The great hall of Castle Abbotsburry was magnificently huge.
Everything inside was easily visible, for although there were no real windows, most of the back wall of the building was...gone. Letting in as much light and air as a person could desire.
Rosaline had to live in this place...
The effect this absent wall presented was unsettling... for it made her feel as if she were passing from one outside to another, with only a door in the way to make a difference.
But that was gratefully not entirely true.
The back of the keep was missing, yes, but there was al least still a roof overhead. And other floors above as well, if what she had observed from the outside was true.
But as startling as the missing back wall was to a newcomer’s entry, it was litteraly nothing compared to what the scene before them offered by way of surprise.
Rosaline, sweeping her astonished gaze from one end of the hall to the other, felt as though she had walked into some kind of excessive jest. Another dimension.
“Harry,” she whispered in disbelief, holding on his hand for dear life.
“Steady,” he murmured back. “Don’t go all faint on me right now, Rosaline.”
Rosaline thought with some irony that she definitely wasn’t going to faint.
No... even if she felt like it... It was far beneath her dignity, as the heiress of Valmer, to faint.
The trouble was, she couldn’t make any sense of the spectacle before her.
What in God’s name were those creatures? Cows?
No, they were too big to be cows. They were…oxen.
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She closed her eyes and shook her head praying the God above to make those images go away.
But when she opened her eyes again, they were still there, a dozen or more oxen, standing at the far end of the great ball. Looking as happy as you please, contentedly munching fresh barley stalks.
