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Unable to overcome the plague that swept across the land, her husband, Lysander, died, leaving behind his wife, Sharin. Widowed at the tender age of twenty-four, the pitiful baroness now spends most of her days before his grave. At last, unable to bear her longing, she finds herself recreating the warmth of his touch. “Sharin… it’s me. Lysander Sellenz. I know it is hard to believe, but it is truly I. Though this body may not be mine, I am still your husband.” Her husband has returned. Borrowing the body of the first love she had long since buried in her past. “I find myself waiting only for the mornings I might share with you.” “Must I remain bound forever by the folly of my youth, the moment I let you slip away, and regret it for the rest of my days?” And the body’s true owner, Francis, now seeks to reclaim a bond he once cast aside… A familiar soul that visits her each night, and the noble knight’s form that houses it, between a heart wavering on the brink and a body that speaks with unguarded passion, what end awaits them?