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The Conqueror’s Wife
Category: Historical
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
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.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.