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The Duke’s Secret
Category: Romance
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.