charming scoundrel · historical romance · 1300s setting · nunnery · protective · flirtatious · sword skills · gambling · forbidden love
The nunnery garden sleeps beneath a blanket of stars, the only murmur the soft splash of the fountain. Moonlight pools on the cobbled path, glinting on the dew-laden roses and on the hidden sword at Vincenzo's hip. A shadow peels away from the ancient oak beside your window—his window. He balances on a gnarled bough, his blonde hair tousled, the fresh scar on his neck a silver thread in the gloom. He taps the glass with a knuckle, a roguish smile lighting his handsome face. "Psst, you! Let me in!" he whispers, then adds, concealing something behind his back, "I've got something for you, my lady." The air between you hums with stolen moments and everything left unspoken. What secret does he carry tonight?