Charles With Love A Snow White Fairy Tale Retelling Letters To Love Book 4 – Sydney Winward

And he found himself in complete awe as she stood over him, the first rays of morning light striking through her hair like molten gold. Gorgeous. Alluring. Captivating. Her voice didn’t waver as she spoke. “I’m the one you want. Leave this man alone, and I will come with you.”

“No,” he grunted, struggling to sit when his back screamed in agony. Poisoner clutched her wound and backed up several steps, gasping breaths escaping her lips. She was injured. Charles could finish her off. But as he pushed himself to his knees, a hiss slipped through clenched teeth. Something was wrong. He didn’t know what. “Onto the horse,” Poisoner grunted, motioning with her head to one of the empty saddles.

“Quickly now.” Charles finally found his feet, swaying back and forth when his world tilted to one side and then the other. Emmaline took a single step forward. He made a grab for her but missed when lifting his arm ripped agony through his back. Poisoner hefted her sword up, effectively gaining the advantage against the much smaller weapon Emmaline carried. His nostrils flared with anger. He hadn’t gotten Emmaline this far just to lose now. Even if all the odds were stacked against him, even if he might lose in the end, he swore to protect her to his very last breath— A rock hit Poisoner squarely in the forehead.

She stumbled backward, only for several more rocks to hit her. War cries echoed from within the forest, and a blur of movement attacked his senses when people rushed out of the trees with axes and slingshots, attacking the remaining two living enemies. Charles took the moment to grab Emmaline and crush her against his chest, shielding her head within the safety of his arms to protect her from the rocks. He didn’t know if the newcomers were friends or foes.

But the rocks never touched them. The assault was focused on the two enemies, who, rather than fighting back, mounted their horses and fled. And when a second attack never came, he decided the others were friends. He held Emmaline at arm’s reach and searched her frantically for injuries. When he found none, anger welled within him. The anger of near loss. Of almost losing someone so precious to him that the thought stole the very air from his lungs. “Why did you come after me?”

he shouted as he struggled to stay on his feet. “Because I care about you, and I can’t leave you to fend for yourself!” He took her by the shoulders and squeezed. “And I can’t lose my wife again!” Her lips parted. His eyes widened. He dropped his hands from her shoulders and stepped back. “That’s not what I meant. We’re not married. That’s not—” “Em!”

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. Charles, With Love COPYRIGHT © 2024 Sydney Winward Cover art by LLewellenDesigns.com Published by Silver Forge Books All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

Paperback 978-1-960461-06-3 http://www.sydneywinward.com 1kitap1.com/en To all my three a.m. writing sessions when my insomnia gets the best of me 1kitap1.com/en CONTENTS CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER TWELVE CHAPTER THIRTEEN CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHAPTER FIFTEEN CHAPTER SIXTEEN CHAPTER SEVENTEEN CHAPTER EIGHTEEN CHAPTER NINETEEN CHAPTER TWENTY CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE EPILOGUE THANK YOU STAY CONNECTED BOOKS BY SYDNEY WINWARD ABOUT THE AUTHOR 1kitap1.com/en Six years ago, Charles Lockwood had many dreams and aspirations and plans for his future.

What he hadn’t imagined was finding himself riding behind a dreary carriage in a dreary line of dreary guards, pretending he cared about the princess’s dreary life as she hid away for hours on end during their long, never-ending journey from Leonia to Amoria. He scrutinized the black carriage ahead, a sun painted on each side with yellow and orange paint—the symbol for Leonian royalty. Behind him, a guard grumbled to another guard. “How long is this going to take?

Surely, we’re at least halfway there.” “We’ve only been on the road for five hours.” The second guard hacked up a cough and spat to the side of the dirt path. “We’ve got twenty more to go. Not counting the stops.” Charles kept his mouth shut, knowing he’d glean more information by staying silent than chiming in. “Princess Isobel hasn’t stopped once,” the first guard said with a huff of annoyance. “Seems she’s more than thrilled to meet her betrothed.”

“The man is on his deathbed,” the second guard scoffed. “No doubt he’s trying for an heir before he dies. Otherwise, the throne will go to some unknown relation.” The relentless late-afternoon heat beat upon his helmet, trapping the warmth inside the metal prison. Perspiration dripped down his neck, and he broke the illusion that he was a statue wearing guard attire by lifting his hand to scratch beneath his chin. A week’s scruff brushed his fingers, giving him a more rugged appearance than his usual clean-shaven nobleman look.

He scratched his chin again, patiently reminding himself, It’s all for the assignment. He’d been through worse. Acting as a guard to a snobby princess was one of the easier assignments given to him. Of course, he’d never actually met the princess, only seen her at a distance.

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