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Love Beyond Time
Category: Romance
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.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The end.