My Forced Marriage To A Coma Knight

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mehow felt more comforting than the suffocating warmth of Boston. The long flight, exacerbated by my still-

just a house; it was a home, alive and welcoming. The butler, Mr. Davies, helped me out of the car

mbly of people. Kayson' s family. His grandmother, a formidable but kind-looking woman with silver hair pulled back in a neat bun,

odic. Mr. Davies gently guided me forward. "These are Kayson'

mber of faces, all looking at me with genuine warmth. It was more than I had anticipated. I

agility. She gently pressed me back into Mr. Davies' supporting arm. "You're recovering. There's no need for f

other said, her voice soft. "We

ily! Kayson told me all about you. We're so excited

everyone," I rasped, my throat

ow, dear. Now, everyone, Eleanore is exhausted. Let's le

ses to chat tomorrow. Mr. Davies gently ushered me towar

avies with a soft word. She entered the spacious bedroom with me, a com

ing to visit us as a little girl? You and Kayson used to play in

ting a grand house, a kind boy. "Yes," I whispered

deep sympathy. "We know about the accident, dear. And we know about... your family's recent troubles. Kayson's grandfather and yours had a bond that went beyond business. H

eamed down my face. I hadn't cried like this in years. "They... they replaced me," I choked out, the words raw with pain. "They made me give a kidne

e simply squeezed my hand. "No more, child. No more. You are here now. You are home." She offered

as sacrificing my life for. "He's...

e young man." She stood. "Now, get some rest. Everyth

ze. Shoes, bags, jewelry. Not hollow offerings, but thoughtful provisions. My old lif

like family than my own blood, I wondered if this was a dream