• She was engaged to the most powerful, richest man in her kingdom, even though she was once just a peasant. But he managed to fall in love with her for her gentle kindness that no one seemed to give hi without force....
    Yet once she heard about this, her heart cracked and burned with confusion and pain. But once she spent countless time with this man of power, she found warmth in his rough edges and fell in love...
    About a year passed by and something happened, the girl was sitting in the court yard, staring at the many roses that were growing around the fountain she sat on. Thinking of her soon to be husband, who was on a trip for awhile to another kingdom...She was startled by something rustling in the thorn less roses.
    It was a man, he was wounded and looked very ill, before she could do or say a thing he collapsed at her feet. Right then she got the maids to help her put him in a room so she could care his wounds before they could get worse.
    He woke up hours later, dazed seeing her finish up wrapping bandages on his arm, "Are you an angel?" He managed to whisper. She gave him a soft smile and gentle strokes his head, "No just a peasant helping your wounds heal." She laughed. Her laugh was like birds singing to him. Beautiful.
    He smiles and kisses your hand, "Thank you Ms. Angel," he replied and a tint of pink managed to reach her milk like cheeks. What is this feeling? I have someone waiting for me, whats this person doing? They both yelled in their heads, not even realizing what was starting to form between the peasant and the wounded stranger.
    Please wait until part 2 is out to keep reading.......