Where Old Winds Whisper on Marble Floors
She was the one chosen to accompany the prince - not in his days of triumph, but in the quiet shadow of his fall, when the crown was a distant dream and his name no longer called in the halls of power.For three passing years, there were no battles, no crowns, no courtly schemes - only still days, gentle hours, and a bond too fragile to name, yet too deep to forget.And when he rose once more, ascending to the throne that had always been his by right, she remained in the silence - a figure on the edge of history, with nothing but the ache of memory and the trace of a smile that once meant everything.This is a tale of love left unspoken, of three slow autumns that passed like whispers, and of a wound too soft to bleed, yet too tender to ever truly heal.…