How a Firewood Girl Captured the Heart of a Prince Who Came Home to Marry Another Woman

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Ibuka kept moving.

The palace corridor was wide, with framed pictures of old kings lining the cream walls. Morning light entered through the high windows, making long shapes on the polished floor.

But near the old staircase, the air felt colder.

Ibuka paused.

Something small lay near the first step.

A dark red bead.

He bent to pick it up.

Then his foot shifted.continue reading …