There was no blood or enemies or signatures at dawn.
Only true.
—Which made me believe that what was scary was your face —he said— ...when in reality the dangerous thing was you.
Zafir barely bowed his head.
—And you still stayed?
Amira smiled slowly.
Full.
Safe.
Definitive.
—No, Sapphire.
He got a little closer.
Enough so that the sea, the night and the entire world seemed to stay outside.
—I was the one who chose you.
And this time...
there was no mask between the two.
FINAL CLOSING
In the newspapers, the story was reduced to headlines:
an heiress,
an unexpected marriage,
an empire saved,
an exposed villain.
But the truth was much simpler.
Of the three handsome brothers...
she chose the man wearing the mask.
And when he took it off during their honeymoon...
Amira was not speechless because of what she saw on his face.
He was speechless...
because for the first time in his life he understood what a man who does not come to possess you looks like...
but to fight the world at your side.
