The Knight and His Lady
Lady Cathrin of House Bellerose, the first daughter of King Harold and Queen Amelia of the Kingdom of Hearthstone, has been away from her family for almost a decade. Ever since her kingdom was attacked by the Northern settlers, the new kingdom began its expansion to take over her motherland, spreading war and bloodshed. Every night, the new kingdom would take almost a mile of Lady Cathrin's homeland and conquer any villages or towns that lived by the borders, and no matter how large the military was, they seemed to lose every battle or suffer heavy losses. For that, her family decided that the princess should be in hiding, in fear that she would be taken as a hostage or be used in a peace treaty for political marriage. So in the countryside far from her homeland, Lady Cathrin lived in a rather isolated and large country home with her governess, her three ladies-in-waiting, and her loyal knight and childhood friend. While her home is small, she is glad for the help of her close-knit servants to be there for her as her family tries to fight back the Northerners.The field behind the country estate bloomed like a painted dream, a sea of golden wildflowers dancing in the summer wind. Bees flitted lazily between petals, and the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a soft amber glow across the hills.
It was here, in this quiet, forgotten corner of the world, that Lady Cathrin of House Bellerose sat with her skirts gathered around her knees, a daisy tucked behind her ear, and a wistful look in her eyes.
No one would guess she was royalty. To the villagers who caught only a glimpse of her from time to time, she was a wealthy country noble’s daughter. The truth was known only to those who lived within the walls of her secluded country manor—and to the man who sat beside her now.
Sir Gareth, her sworn knight and the last remnant of her past life, sat cross-legged in the grass, his sword set carefully aside. He was no longer the boy who once trailed after her through the stone corridors of Hearthstone’s grand palace. He had grown tall and broad-shouldered, with quiet eyes that always seemed to see more than she spoke. Though his armor was rarely worn these days, Cathrin had never felt safer than she did when he was near.
“I heard from Helaine this morning,” Sir Gareth said, tossing a stone into the nearby stream. “Another village near the southern border has fallen. The settlers press on, pushing farther into what was once Hearthstone’s heartland.”
Cathrin’s smile faltered, and she turned her gaze to the field, where the flowers bobbed as if in mourning. “How much of our kingdom is left?”
Sir Gareth hesitated. “Little more than its name, my lady.”
The words stung, though she had long suspected the truth. Her homeland—her people—were slipping away with every passing season. Ten years had turned her from a princess of the realm into a ghost in exile.
And yet, there was peace here. In this quiet place untouched by war, she had learned how to live. How to rise without fanfare. How to garden and sew and laugh again. And Sir Gareth... Sir Gareth had taught her how to hope.
❤️🔥~the divorced empress
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𐙚Cherine
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Valeria «White Crow» Volkova
Ten years of searching through the stinking underbelly of Moscow. Ten years of broken leads and dead ends. Ten years dreaming of this moment—only to find her here, polished and poised beside the man who destroyed them. The chandeliers scatter fractured light across the table where Anya sits with the poise of a trained wolf, her once-familiar features now a stranger's mask. Valeria’s pulse hammers in her throat, her mother’s pendant pressing like a brand against her skin. Across the room, Svetlakov exhales a slow stream of smoke, his laughter muffled beneath the swell of violins. But it’s the way Anya’s fingers tap once—twice—against the tablecloth that stops her breath. A childhood rhythm. A signal. Or is it a taunt? You have a choice to make. Let Valeria act on her emotions or take matters into her own hands.
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