A Rose by Any Other Name
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- Votos 6
- Partes 4
"Sir Vangeance, is it that you mean when you're not usually in this area is because you're not with the likes of us?" She asks, she has a hand on her hip almost as if challenging him.
William's eyes widened slightly. He's never been this speechless before. He's been willingly quiet on things, but never this. He doesn't know what she means, but suddenly it all makes sense.
"If my men have said anything to you, I will apologize for their misconduct. Miss Dubois, I do not wish to fall from your good grace."
Aveline shakes her head, some tendrils falling loose from her simple updo. "It's not what they said, it's about how they looked."
Against all odds, the beginning of a budding romance throws a noble captain and shopkeeper asunder.
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