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The Conqueror’s Wife
Category: Historical
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
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 garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.