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The Pharaoh’s Daughter
Category: Historical
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.