Mist on the Moon

She was the firstborn daughter of a medieval lord. He was a wealthy prince, a girl's dream. No one thought he would ever visit her father's little kingdom. But he did. That was when the excitement began. In quieter times, when the moon was full, her thoughts sometimes went to another. Though beneath her in rank, there was something in his eyes when he looked at her. . . She should have paid him no mind. There is no way she could have known what was coming.