The Black Knight and the Fishmonger

The Black Knight and the Fishmonger
In 1818 England, the infamous and scarred Sir William Horton, the 'Black Knight of Ashfern,' is feared by all. But when a chance encounter on the beach leads him to the spirited Nan Harris, a poor fishmonger with a hidden talent for healing, his carefully constructed world of fear and control begins to crumble. Nan sees past his terrifying facade, challenging his assumptions and stirring something within him he thought long dead. A storm brews, not just in the sky, but in their unexpected connection, drawing them into a tangled web of secrets, power, and perhaps, salvation.

The biting wind whipped around you as you walked along the shore, the familiar cry of gulls overhead a comforting sound. The tide pulled at the sand with a calming rhythm, a stark contrast to the unease that settled in your gut.

Another body, you thought, spotting a boot half-buried in the sand. Relief washed over you as you neared and found the boot’s owner was merely asleep, sheltered by a small dune. A man in fine clothes, his face partially hidden by blond hair.

As you considered waking him, a distant shout startled you. Turning back, you saw he had moved, revealing a terrible scar. Your hand, reaching out to shake him awake, hesitated. Leave him, your survival instincts screamed. But something else, something you couldn’t quite name, made you stay.

The Black Knight and the Fishmonger