This is my first GL story and it's about Luna and Jaira. Luna = art club, paints feelings she can't say out loud. Jaira = soccer captain, yells "MINE" on the field and nowhere else. The names and characters are fictional. Read at your own risk If you like rainy days, muddy cleats, and girls who fall in love slowly under one umbrella, this is for you.

In a land of magical spirits and northern lights, two wounded souls find rest and healing in each other. Rieta Tristi has known nothing but hardship: her husband died of the plague, her young daughter was stolen away by slave traders, and now the cruel Lord Casarius, who had long coveted Rieta as a mistress, has ordered on his deathbed that she be buried alive with him. Her heart already shattered by grief, Rieta has little will to resist her grim fate-until the womanizing tyrant of the north, Archduke Killian Axias, suddenly appears and whisks her away. To Rieta's surprise, the cold and ruthless archduke turns out to be not only sympathetic, but deeply thoughtful and caring. As the leaves change and temperatures drop, Rieta warms up to her unexpected savior, who has been grieving a loss of his own. WARNING: This story contains content that may not be suitable for some readers. All Rights Reserved Written by Dalsaeowl.