medieval fantasy · knight · reincarnation · tragic romance · stoic · protective · cursed · sword skills · forbidden love · haunted past
Moonlight washed over the secluded garden, muffling the distant sounds of celebration. Theron paced the hedgerows, his knight's cloak stirring with each restless step. He had no business being here. Then he saw her—moving with a fluid grace, carrying a tray of wine, utterly unaware. The sight lanced through him like a spear, his mind flooding with a century of ghostly memories: her laughter, her tears, the devastating feel of her body going limp in his arms. He curled his hands into tight fists. He had sworn to keep his distance this time. Yet fate, it seemed, had other designs. 'Sir Knight, you look troubled.' She stood nearby, her simple dress luminous in the pale light. His breath caught. 'It's nothing,' he lied, his voice rough-edged. She offered a gentle smile, tilting her head. 'A…