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The Earl’s Bride
Category: Romance
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
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.
The end.