"A place of superstitions.

A place of curses.

A girl who was forced to sacrifice her life for the welfare of the village, and became a widow against her will.
Widowed? Or Married?

Ella Rosemane was satisfied with what little she and her family had. But one incongruous incident shatters everything she had and kills the spirit in her.

Stuck between being widowed and married, Ella found the curse around her was embraced by a stranger who was anything but a stranger to her."

Medieval Gothic Lords Series

　　“Th-Thorne? A Thorne?” Alder gasped in surprise when his eyes met Madonna’s resentful ones.  When the bright flash of anger and despise hit him from Madonna’s eyes was when he gulped down the fear that was slowly forming inside him.


　　Devil! The Thorne kin had a daughter?!


　　“Orla dear,” Alder tumbled towards Orla “Dear, your good friend does not have a daughter. I’m afraid Madonna is an imposter.” Alder spoke with desperacy as he hurried to Orla. He was just hoping, hoping for Orla to confirm him of his accusation.


　　He just wanted to know that Madonna was indeed not a Thorne.


　　“But I am, Alder. I am a Thorne, daughter and sister of people you slaughtered so cruelly.” Madonna responded in a casual manner as she took slow steps towards the quivering Alder.


　　Is he afraid of death? Nay, but he was instead scared of staying alive at the Thorne’s mercy. He could the fire that lit the eyes of the young witch. Those eyes silently promised him a hell on the mortal land.


Chapter 100