The Lord Of Havethrone

he ruffian who had so rudely collided with her fragile form. However, the scene that unraveled before her very eyes was a sight to behold; the bustling marketplace was teeming with a multitu

dy tumultuous day, she pushed forward, diligently av

rlier incident. Upon arriving at her modest abode, she set the basket delicately upon the kitchen table, sighing audibly to announce her return to her dear old lady, also fondly referred to as "anny" by Evie. The aged voice signaled

aged physique onto a well-worn couch in the cozy sitting room. It was here, as Evie prepared to unpack the basket's contents, that her inquisitive gaze beheld the alluring

esteemed Lord Havethron's sprawling estate on the 31st of this very month. The ghastly promise of ghosts giving her bewitching company pervaded the invitation's message, e

ith trembling anxiety woven into her voice. Putting on her thinking cap, Evie retraced her steps, recounting her encounters throughout the day. It dawned upon her, like a bolt of realization striking at the core of her mind, that it coul

ng gaze. "No, my dear Evie, this was no accident nor mere coincidence," she replied, her convict

ands, causing the delicate strands of her hair to sway in anticipation. "Anny, may I be granted permissi

ld ladys face displayed a mixture of apprehension and displ

air, "the beings gracing the Hallow Party are not solely nocturnal creatures of the netherworld. There will be many of our esteemed human counterparts in attendance as well, and I assur

uasion that radiated from her enchanting presence. How could she deny the sweet innocence of those light grey eyes, which pleaded both eloquently and effortle

sion. "However, you must vow to return home before the designated curfew, lest the beauty of this otherworld

her entrance into a fantastical world that awaited her presence with bated breath. With gratitude overflowing from the depths of her

rough a moonlit forest. "I will honor your request and return before the nig