Priscilla45
Long, hard nights in the winter, short fiery bursts of romance to make the cold days easier, men who fought to retain chivalry and knights who filled their days vying for the chance to woo the fair maiden.These were the things Lisbeth Groves filled her mind with, with a petite freckled nose that spent far more time pressed between the crisp pages of novels than spent in the world which average humans resided.
Her life was quite simple, separate the imaginary from the real and pursue a happy life. Until in a fatal turn of events she is cast into a world where the imaginary hides behind walls of fake smiles and the real escapes like a top hatted rabbit with far too little time left on his watch.