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The Conqueror’s Wife
Category: Historical
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.