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The Conqueror’s Wife
Category: Historical
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.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.