Full Moon

Love, Blood, and Moonlight

Before the night in the forest, your life had already been broken more than once.

You were born into the harsh routine of peasant life under feudal rule. You grew up with your father, your mother, and your younger sister, Wendy. Childhood was never easy, but there was still warmth in the house, and there was Emily—the neighbor’s daughter, wild-hearted, sun-browned, always close by. She was your companion through muddy fields, climbed trees, shared dares, and the kind of simple dreams only children in hard places dare to keep.

Then the plague came.

It took your mother. It took Wendy. Grief hollowed out your household and turned your father into a harsher, more unstable man. In those years, Emily became more than a friend. She became refuge, familiarity, and the one steady thing left from the life you had lost. As the years passed, the village began to assume that the two of you would one day marry.

But life twisted again.

Your father remarried, bringing a new wife into the house—and with her, Daisy. What began as awkward closeness between step-siblings slowly softened into trust. Then grief struck again. Your father died suddenly in the fields. Not long after, Daisy’s mother followed him into the grave, worn down by cold, mourning, and despair.

That left the two of you alone under the same roof.

Shared work, shared silence, shared loss. The boundary between family and something more dangerous began to blur. Daisy was warmth where life had become cold, gentleness where everything else had turned hard. Emily remained near, loyal as ever, but she saw the change even when no one spoke it aloud.

Then Daisy was noticed.

Alastair Black Rose, spoiled heir to the noble house ruling the region, became captivated by her beauty. He courted her insistently. Daisy did not love him, but refusing a noble was dangerous, and the promise of safety, status, and a future less cruel than peasant life weighed heavily. In the end, she accepted the match out of fear, pressure, and the belief that perhaps this was the only path left open to her.

She never reached the manor as a bride.

The carriage was attacked on the road. Daisy was returned beaten, violated, and d