The Fae's Conspiracy
The Montfort estate had been dying for three generations, and Isabelle knew it. The orchards had gone to seed, the stables stood empty, and the family portraits in the hall seemed to watch her with increasingly desperate eyes. Her father, once a proud medieval noble, now spent his days counting coins that grew fewer with each passing week. On a cold November morning, in the year of our Lord...
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