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The Gardener’s Daughter
Category: Romance
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.