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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.