{"id":255908,"date":"2026-07-13T14:23:59","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T11:23:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/charles-with-love-a-snow-white-fairy-tale-retelling-letters-to-love-book-4-sydney-winward\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T14:23:59","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T11:23:59","slug":"charles-with-love-a-snow-white-fairy-tale-retelling-letters-to-love-book-4-sydney-winward","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/charles-with-love-a-snow-white-fairy-tale-retelling-letters-to-love-book-4-sydney-winward\/","title":{"rendered":"Charles With Love A Snow White Fairy Tale Retelling Letters To Love Book 4 – Sydney Winward"},"content":{"rendered":"
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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\u2019t waver as she spoke. \u201cI\u2019m the one you want. Leave this man alone, and I will come with you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d 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\u2019t know what. \u201cOnto the horse,\u201d Poisoner grunted, motioning with her head to one of the empty saddles.<\/p>\n

\u201cQuickly now.\u201d 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\u2019t 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\u2014 A rock hit Poisoner squarely in the forehead.<\/p>\n

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\u2019t know if the newcomers were friends or foes.<\/p>\n

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\u2019s 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. \u201cWhy did you come after me?\u201d<\/p>\n

he shouted as he struggled to stay on his feet. \u201cBecause I care about you, and I can\u2019t leave you to fend for yourself!\u201d He took her by the shoulders and squeezed. \u201cAnd I can\u2019t lose my wife again!\u201d Her lips parted. His eyes widened. He dropped his hands from her shoulders and stepped back. \u201cThat\u2019s not what I meant. We\u2019re not married. That\u2019s not\u2014\u201d \u201cEm!\u201d<\/p>\n

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author\u2019s 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 \u00a9 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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

What he hadn\u2019t imagined was finding himself riding behind a dreary carriage in a dreary line of dreary guards, pretending he cared about the princess\u2019s 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\u2014the symbol for Leonian royalty. Behind him, a guard grumbled to another guard. \u201cHow long is this going to take?<\/p>\n

Surely, we\u2019re at least halfway there.\u201d \u201cWe\u2019ve only been on the road for five hours.\u201d The second guard hacked up a cough and spat to the side of the dirt path. \u201cWe\u2019ve got twenty more to go. Not counting the stops.\u201d Charles kept his mouth shut, knowing he\u2019d glean more information by staying silent than chiming in. \u201cPrincess Isobel hasn\u2019t stopped once,\u201d the first guard said with a huff of annoyance. \u201cSeems she\u2019s more than thrilled to meet her betrothed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe man is on his deathbed,\u201d the second guard scoffed. \u201cNo doubt he\u2019s trying for an heir before he dies. Otherwise, the throne will go to some unknown relation.\u201d 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\u2019s scruff brushed his fingers, giving him a more rugged appearance than his usual clean-shaven nobleman look.<\/p>\n

He scratched his chin again, patiently reminding himself, It\u2019s all for the assignment. He\u2019d been through worse. Acting as a guard to a snobby princess was one of the easier assignments given to him. Of course, he\u2019d never actually met the princess, only seen her at a distance.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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