A Lady's Promise
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Lady Rosalyn knew little of love and family. Her father, still sour from the death of her mother, despises her, and the town seemed to, as well. She was a Lady who didn't seem to follow the unspoken rules of society. She was 19 summers old and still not wed. As well, Rosalyn didn't hold the gift of sight. Her sight only consisted of a deep, endless black. Something she did not want to happen to her heart. When he father pays a man to have her hand in marriage because no one else would, Lady Rosalyn discovers many things. Her father would not change; he would always feel contempt toward her for tainting the family name. Rosalyn, with no way out, must follow through with the wedding she was sold into. She must act like a Lady and say nothing. After all, it's a lady's promise.
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