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A Kingdom’s Ransom
Category: Historical
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
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 garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.