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Moonhold

Moonhold

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Chapter 1 Lost Wood

Word Count: 1212    |    Released on: 28/06/2021

town with its shops around the square. My mom, Elizabeth, runs a bakery shop. She makes the be

yself, " Mom asks as I walk into her bakery one morning. " Of course," I say as I grab my basket and head o

f Lost Wood is," He asks politely as I am awestruck by the stranger's good looks. His deep dark green eyes sparkle as he dismounts from his horse. "Yes, sir, it is straight down the trail and through the t

is handsome man doesn't see. "

eautiful name for

r name,

tinues. "So you say it's down th

I inquire as we make our way through the tree line. Bra`dan stops suddenly in his tracks with a worried look upon his face. "I am a messenger from the King." He lied. Even though I knew he had lied, I didn

ith my mother in her bakery shop," I answered, suddenly proud of my mother's bakery shop. "Th

ly who lives here," He says with a warm, comforting smile on his face that almost knocked me off my feet. "Um, yes I do. I

s message and head back to the castl

d sir," I sm

t care that people were staring at me as I half dance half skip down th

ost beautiful day," I say in a singsong voice as I twirled around. Mom smiles in her all-kn

s down on the table. "There might have been a c

n and one mom questions. I broke down and told her everything about how he wanted directi

akery when Isabel shows up with her mothe

orth between them calming myself while waitin

your mother's wild berry biscuits," Isabel's mother sneered at me. "And NONE of those day-old ones that you try and pass off

news Bra`dan had to deliver to them. Thankfully, my mother comes in from the back before I could pop off that it was probably a pity invite. "W

uits and be mindful they are a treat for the prince

ain, I don't try to seduce men," I say smugly, trying to hide my disappointment, but it was no surprise her father was also in the King's favor so of

unded by what just happened. My mom always told me money was money. We have to treat customers the same she didn't

der of blueberry biscuits. "What's wrong with your

yway," I answered smugly. "Well," She started, but then

to close up shop early and try to fin

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