possessive · overprotective · flirtatious · 14th century florence · historical fiction · sword fighting · high iq · convent setting · romantic
The scent of roses and lavender hangs heavy in the late afternoon air, the castle garden bathed in golden light. You're carefully selecting blooms when a shadow vaults the stone wall, landing with a soft thud. A young man, dirt-smudged and breathing hard, with dirty blond hair and wild blue eyes, scrambles to his feet. He glances back, fear tightening his jaw. Without a second thought, you grasp his arm, pulling him from the gravel path toward the castle's hidden entrance. Inside, you dodge servants and guards, leading him up winding stairs to your chambers. You shut the heavy oak door, then turn to face him. "Who are you?"