My husband was always cold to me.
“You keep trying to cross the line I’ve drawn.”
The arrogant attitude. A look of disdain.
“Don’t be so presumptuous. I’ll give you nothing more than a king and a Queen.”
He was a difficult man, always had been.
But.
When he found out I had only three months to live.
“Are you really…dying?” He asked.
There was only one answer I could give him.
“Yes.”
The inevitable fate had already been written.
So I begged him to grant my last wish.
“Before I die, I want to see the sea.”
For the best memories. To leave at the end of my life.
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The Princess called her diary ‘Largo’
