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The Conqueror’s Wife
Category: Historical
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
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 garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.