Perplexia
Romance embellisher
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The wind blew against the door causing a shiver to run down her spine. The weather hadn't been cooperating in her quest for the man that haunted her dreams. She had seen him once, and only once. It was the time that he'd saved her from what she swore was a werewolf when she was eleven.
Her parents had her almost committed but instead loaded her down with loads of anti psychotic meds that made her question herself and her own sanity. But she knew he was real and that he wasn't human.
Her father was an important diplomat, her mother the belle of society and the last they wanted was a daughter that insisted the supernatural was real. So they tried to pawn her off on any man that was willing to take her. Unfortunately for them Kaitlin's strong will and ability to match wits tended to ruin any potential matches.
Kaitlin sat in the window seat twirling her long red hair staring out at the woods behind their South Carolina manor. That was where he had swooped her in his arms his eyes glowing as he growled back at the werewolf. That was where she had felt safe for the first time since they'd moved from England at the Kings request.
No matter how many times she made trips to those woods at night under the moon she still hadn't seen him. Now she was a woman, at the age where she should give up her childhood notions and settle down with a gentleman. She should be a wife like her mother, and breed like a cow. But Kat held fast to the notion that one day he would return for her. One day she would learn that all she believed was true.
However as the years went by it made it harder. Her mother was convinced she would grow into an old maid. Her father was convinced she would be a burden for the rest of his life. It was the times where only male heirs could inherit property. She was a failure as an only child.
Today her father was expecting a envoy from the King. A noble gentleman that was delivering a message and would stay a few days to work out some business. This happened often. The rule was she would stay out of sight for the most part and mind her manors.
It was hard to do that when the men were so boring and seemed to swoon over her beauty at the meals she was forced to attend. Lord help her if there was a social event like a ball she had to attend.
She felt bad that she was such a disappointment to her parents. It wasn't as if she didn't try to be what they wanted. But she was deemed a wild child that was better off caged.
Her parents had her almost committed but instead loaded her down with loads of anti psychotic meds that made her question herself and her own sanity. But she knew he was real and that he wasn't human.
Her father was an important diplomat, her mother the belle of society and the last they wanted was a daughter that insisted the supernatural was real. So they tried to pawn her off on any man that was willing to take her. Unfortunately for them Kaitlin's strong will and ability to match wits tended to ruin any potential matches.
Kaitlin sat in the window seat twirling her long red hair staring out at the woods behind their South Carolina manor. That was where he had swooped her in his arms his eyes glowing as he growled back at the werewolf. That was where she had felt safe for the first time since they'd moved from England at the Kings request.
No matter how many times she made trips to those woods at night under the moon she still hadn't seen him. Now she was a woman, at the age where she should give up her childhood notions and settle down with a gentleman. She should be a wife like her mother, and breed like a cow. But Kat held fast to the notion that one day he would return for her. One day she would learn that all she believed was true.
However as the years went by it made it harder. Her mother was convinced she would grow into an old maid. Her father was convinced she would be a burden for the rest of his life. It was the times where only male heirs could inherit property. She was a failure as an only child.
Today her father was expecting a envoy from the King. A noble gentleman that was delivering a message and would stay a few days to work out some business. This happened often. The rule was she would stay out of sight for the most part and mind her manors.
It was hard to do that when the men were so boring and seemed to swoon over her beauty at the meals she was forced to attend. Lord help her if there was a social event like a ball she had to attend.
She felt bad that she was such a disappointment to her parents. It wasn't as if she didn't try to be what they wanted. But she was deemed a wild child that was better off caged.