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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.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
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.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The end.