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The Conqueror’s Wife
Category: Historical
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
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.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.