Bramble

"You dare speak to the Mistress?" I hissed, my voice weaker than I'd intended.

"I am nothing but a humble servant, hired by the House. I simply wish to know if my services were not to the Mistress' satisfaction."

"Who are you? I will make sure the Vengeful Baron knows that one of his servants is disrespecting his position as lord of this house and needs to be swiftly reminded of his place-"

"Tell your father that Bramble is the name of the servant who has addressed his blossomed Mistress of the House."

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The Newly Blossomed Mistress of the House is untouchable. Her purpose is to bring peace and honor upon her court by marrying - come November of her blossoming year, her father has already found a suitor.

But at the same time her future husband enters the grounds, so does a new member of the court; a jester with hypnotic melodies and beautiful prose. Suddenly, the Mistress' whole existence is turned on its head. The jester deviates from all the rules and expectations a lady of the court has been taught to follow.

And he soon makes it clear he has his eyes firmly on her.

Suddenly the inside of the castle walls she's known for her whole life look very different, and the dark corners are alive with strumming melodies, both irresistible and dangerous. Duty faces art, hunger faces restraint - and a choice needs to be made.