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The Starborn Mage
Category: Fantasy
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.