Skip to content
Crown of Thorns
Category: Historical
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
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.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The end.