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In a world of ancient grudges and hidden magic, Angela Meadowbrook, a fiery and skilled archer, finds herself at the center of a deadly game of revenge. Her father, the ruthless and cunning Meadowbrook, has made many enemies - including Zayden, a wealthy and mysterious young man who has been secretly plotting his vengeance for years.

Zayden, driven by a burning desire for retribution, infiltrates the Meadowbrook household by becoming Angela's bodyguard. As they spend more time together, Angela finds herself falling deeply in love with the enigmatic Zayden, unaware of his true intentions.

But Zayden's feelings for Angela grow stronger with each passing day, threatening to upend his carefully laid plans. Torn between his loyalty to his family's memory and his love for the daughter of his sworn enemy, Zayden must confront the darkness within himself.

As the truth about Zayden's past and his connection to Meadowbrook begins to unravel, Angela is faced with an impossible choice: forgive the man she loves for his deception or turn her back on him forever.

Will Zayden and Angela find a way to overcome their differences and be together, or will the weight of their families' secrets tear them apart forever?

The Lady And Her Bodyguard

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Angela raised up the finished work of wool. She had completed knitting the sweater, and it came out... well. She tilted her head as she raised the woolen sweater. She sat on her bed.

"This isn't too small for him, is it? Hmm." She muttered to the cloth. "It does look small, though." She concluded. She wanted to gift it to him, but now her mind had decided it was too small for him. She didn't know what to do with it. She shivered from the intense chill that came from her window and dropped the knitted sweater on her bed in alarm. She stood up and walked to her window.

XXII: Good Play