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A Kingdom’s Ransom
Category: Historical
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
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.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The end.