(For the black neurodivergents, introverted and those wishing for a well-deserved break. Enjoy an altered world. Where Bridgerton meets Jane Austen in Diaspora taled jackets.) . . Ი𐑼⊹ ˖ Ever since Sheila was 5. Her fairy Knight stood right by her side as a friend, tutor, protector. Whatever she needed, he became. Now, her Knight has gone. Left on his own voyage without her. Sheila must march through life on her own, hoping their wicked paths may cross in the future again. Does this mark the knotted end, or a bridged beginning of EVIL sinning? May they splinter twigs like entwined trees branch in leafy . . . a dark erotica slow burn with velvet BDSM undercurrents. Tuck open the pages of open fiery hearths in the journey of a marron woman's first love. a story for everyone to HIGHLIGHT the marron SHADOWS among us. you're next; Open Sesami ❤️s . Read the bower of 'my Sheila and her Phantom Knight: a Faeted Tail tells' written in padded delight.