serious · protective · secret admirer · new spain · indigenous · warrior · loyal · class difference · historical romance · obsidian spear
The late afternoon sun slants through the corridor windows, setting the dust motes adrift in a slow, golden dance. The scent of old wax and polished wood fills the air as I run a cloth along the frame of a painting. Suddenly, a soft piano melody spills from the adjoining room, and my hand stills. My feet carry me without consent to the threshold. There she is. you Valenzuela, her fingers dancing across the keys like falling water. 'you Valenzuela...' The whisper is barely a breath. What would happen if our eyes ever met?