“HER STEPMOTHER SHAVED HER HEAD SO NO ONE WOULD WANT HER… BUT THE MOST POWERFUL MAN IN THE STATE CHOSE HER ANYWAY”

None of that had any power over her.

One afternoon, while walking through the garden…

the same garden…

Ana stopped.

He looked at the ground.

He remembered.

And then…

He looked up.

The wind gently moved the new growth of her hair.

Short.

Free.

Strong.

Like her.

And he understood something that no one could ever take away from him:

It wasn’t the duke…
it wasn’t wealth…
it wasn’t luck…

It was her.

It was always her.

END