They all praised her.
People came into the Houses of Healing every day to ask after her. They gave her flowers, wished her a safe recovery.
But not him. She had not seen him since that day. He had healed her wounds, her injuries, but not her heart. She did not care what anyone else said. She did not want fame. All she wanted was for him to respect her. To love her. She would ask him why he did not, but she could not put aside her pride. She was the White Lady. Surely she was worthy of him?
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