The Knight Without a Heart

By Stephanie M. Jones

Rain fell onto the roof of an old castle, its sides weeping with age and its stone walls seeming to shiver in the chilly night. As Lily trudged up the dirt path leading to the castle's front door, she clutched her bag closer to her chest. She didn't even care that mud was coating the hem of her expensive dress, the dress her father had forced her to wear to mother's funeral a fortnight ago. Black and long, with lace down the sleeves and at her throat. It was ugly, a shroud of death that coated her body and mind.

 

Join Lily to find out the secrets of the old castle her mother loved, and the knight who was left behind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stephanie M. Jones
• Release date: Dec 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781988278223

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The Knight Without a Heart

Stephanie M. Jones

Published by Stephanie M. Jones, 2022.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

THE KNIGHT WITHOUT A HEART

First edition. December 1, 2022.

Copyright © 2022 Stephanie M. Jones.

ISBN: 978-1988278223

Written by Stephanie M. Jones.

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The Knight Without a Heart

The Knight Without a Heart

By Stephanie M. Jones

Rain fell onto the roof of an old castle, its sides weeping with age and its stone walls seeming to shiver in the chilly night. As Lily trudged up the dirt path leading to the castle’s front door, she clutched her bag closer to her chest. She didn’t even care that mud was coating the hem of her expensive dress, the dress her father had forced her to wear to mother’s funeral a fortnight ago. Black and long, with lace down the sleeves and at her throat. It was ugly, a shroud of death that coated her body and mind.

Lily only wore it now as a statement. She had left home without telling anyone where she was headed; a defiance against living while her mother did not.

Her foot slipped on a rock she hadn’t seen, her knee plunging to the ground with a painful thump. Even the moon was absent tonight, new in its cycle and casting no light to help aid Lily’s pilgrimage of sorrow. She pushed up to her feet, hardly giving the muddy stain on her dress a glance, and continued forward.

The castle before her had always been an object of her mother’s curiosity, starring in local tales of ghosts and wayward children. Lily hadn’t cared much for those stories when she’d been a girl, but now? Now she yearned for any connection to her mother, to thoughts about her life and what the formidable woman would be doing right now if she were still here.

Lily made it to the front door, which was surprisingly still intact. Double doors, made of old sturdy wood, each with a round brass ring in place of a doorknob. They stood taller than she was, though almost everyone did. Her father and brothers were tall men, but Lily took after