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Empire’s Fall
Category: Historical
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
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 market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.