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Love Beyond Time
Category: Romance
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The end.