Angel watched from her window as the stars came into sight one by one. The moon was full and golden and the air smelled of wild flowers. She could see the pond reflecting the nighttime lights and the fireflies twinkling all around in the bushes. She slipped on her silk robe and closed it tightly around her. Barefoot she tiptoed through the dark halls of the Old English castle of her ancestors.
She pushed open the heavy wood doors and stepped out into the night air. A breeze came along blowing her long auburn curls around her face and her robe tightly against her body revealing all her curves and her nipples poking out behind the light blue material. She took in a deep breath and exhaled it before making her way into the garden. The garden had become over run by weeds and wild flowers for no one took care of it anymore. But the fountains and statues still looked as beautiful as ever and she could just imagine how beautiful it must have been hundreds of years ago. The knights and ladies and lords that roamed this land must have thoroughly enjoyed its beauty.
As she approached the pond in the center of the garden she slipped on one of the marble stepping stones still wet from the rain earlier that day. She landed hard and for a moment couldn't move. But fear quickly ran through her as she heard the sound of a horse galloping toward her.
She looked around to see a large black stallion and rider adorned in medieval attire. She thought he must have come from one of the shows in town but wondered how he arrived in the garden. He stopped right beside her and didn't say a word. He just held out his hand and took hers helping her to her feet. And with almost no effort he then lifted her off the ground and sat her in front of him on this magnificent animal.
Angel couldn't see his face and even though she didn't know who he was she felt safe. Somewhere in her heart she knew he would never hurt her. With one muscular arm he held her in place with the other he maneuvered the horse along the path and back to the castle.
At the door he lowered himself from the saddle and then helped her down into his arms. Angel couldn't figure out why she didn't struggle or insist he put her down as he pushed open the heavy doors with no effort and carried her inside. As soon as she entered the normally dark castle she noticed a difference about it. It was warmer and at the end of the long hall that led into the lords chambers she could see a fire burning that wasn't there when she left. Maybe one of the maids realized she went out and would be cold when she returned. But why wasn't the fire in her room?
He carried her into the chambers that had once belonged to the lord of the castle sometime in the late eighteenth century. The decor hadn't changed much because it needed to be kept as authentic as possible for tourist. But as she was carried into the room she noticed everything looked newer and not like it had been sitting untouched except for being dusted for hundreds of years.
He laid Angel down on the soft fur rug in front of the fire and she finally could see his face in the light. He was handsome, more handsome than any man she had ever known. His eyes were so clear blue she could almost see right into his soul and his hair was almost as black as the night. His face was tanned and looked warn from years of hard work in the sun. He had slight facial hair across his defined features. She didn't know who he was but yet he looked so familiar. He knelt beside her and began to untie the sash of her robe.
