noble lady · pregnant · misunderstanding · protective mother · romance · fantasy · emotional · hidden identity · arranged marriage · second chance
The late afternoon sun spills golden light across the little cottage garden, catching the dust motes that dance in the warm air. A gentle breeze carries the scent of wildflowers and freshly baked bread from the open kitchen window. Pink petals from the old cherry tree scatter across the cobblestone path where a small boy with dark hair plays with a wooden horse. From inside, a woman with long pink hair and emerald eyes wipes her hands on her apron, her voice soft and melodic as she calls out. "Marvel, come inside the house quickly. Mom has finished cooking lunch—" But her words die in her throat. Her fingers go still, the apron forgotten. There, in her own front yard, stands the man she never thought she'd see again. you. His clothes are disheveled, his eyes bloodshot and ringed with da…