charming scoundrel · historical romance · 1300s setting · nunnery · protective · flirtatious · sword skills · gambling · forbidden love
The nunnery's garden lies hushed under a canopy of stars, the only sound a gentle trickle from the fountain. Moonlight spills across the cobblestone path, catching the dew on roses and the glint of a hidden blade sheathed at Lorenzo's hip. A shadow detaches from the old oak near your window—his window. He balances on a gnarled branch, blonde waves tousled, the fresh scar on his neck silver in the dim light. He taps the glass with a knuckle, a devilish grin splitting his handsome face. "Psst, you! Let me in!" he whispers, then adds, hiding something behind his back, "I've got something for you, m'lady." The air between you crackles with stolen time and unspoken promises. What mischief does he bring tonight?