The Love That Defied Fate: Gomen And Rehitt's Forbidden Tale

e tangled crowns of the trees, casting silver patches across the forest floor. The woods stretched endlessly, deep

creeping vines, Rehitt lived in exile. To the world, she was a ghost-child,

from the ground. She stitched wounds on wild animals that stumbled too close to her cabin, their eyes wide with the same fear she carried in her chest. She b

passed through these woods. She could tell the difference between the crack of a branch under a rabbit's foot and the heavier press

er she stayed alone. Sometimes they drifted from the trees like soft voices carried on the wind. O

ild will unse

ws, destined

ow they seemed to know her

ension that made her skin prickle. She sat by her small wooden table, her hair unbound, the soft strands catching the starlight that bled th

ed tucked in the corner. Yet tonight, it felt smaller, as if t

the soft thud louder t

ce presse

she wasn't exiled. Would she have worn silk instead of patched cloth? Would her laughter have echoed in pala

ssion. It had carved her path

fingers brushed over them absentmindedly, but her thoughts were elsewhere. She couldn't

he cursed child. And with he

er wanted kingdoms. She had never wanted crowns or blood. All she wanted was

snapped her fr

crackin

ht betray her. She stilled, listening. The woods beyond her c

y the hearth. It wasn't a weapon, not really, but it was

s time, footsteps.

eath c

The rough wood, once so familiar, now felt like paper,t

s? Someone sent by the crown? She had lived in hi

tsteps

ame th

asured sound. Three times, heavy

roat w

ept for those who wanted her erased from memory. And yet,

to draw air. The silence after the knock was worse than the sound

tever it was left. But another part of her,a buried, restless

ed as she reach

slithering through her

door, cur

aits on the

is was the moment her exile ended. This was the moment everything she

s touched

th

ock, harder, hungrier, as if whoever stoo

g into her throat. The cup on the table

into a fevered cho

He comes

, wide with terror and some

was no lon

ile was no