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The Conqueror’s Wife
Category: Historical
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The sword was heavier than she expected, but she did not lower it.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The end.