Thistle Black: Cast
Turning back to him, Thistle held his gaze as recognition finally lit her eyes. At the same moment, a slow smile slipped across his lips. His light brown hair was held back as it always was when she had seen him… the stranger. With his feet planted firmly on the cobbled road, his hands were clasped behind his back. He looked rather fine in his long black coat that hung open over a white shirt and black pants. The brass of his buckled shoes and belt flickered in the light cast by the lanterns, the only part of him that seemed to move as he stood there staring at her.
It was then that she realized just how hard she had tried to push him from her thoughts. She had buried him far below her lessons, her sense of duty, and the mindless conformity of what was expected of her. Even more, she had covered him with thoughts of her engagement and her impending marriage to Prince Oliver. Yet, no matter how far she had hidden the memories and thoughts of the stranger, the sight of him standing before her -even more darkly handsome than she remembered- caused it all to come crashing down around her. She felt her world shudder even as the man did nothing but watch her with that slight upturn of his lips.
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