Begonia

The Duke gazed intensely at the girl with long black hair. Ratih could only lower her head in response. However, one thing Ratih knew for certain was that her fateful bond with the Duke could not be easily severed, even though the girl came from a different century.
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In her dream, Ratih felt someone gently stroking her hair. The touch brought solace to her heart. "We will meet again, my beloved begonia," a man's voice sounded warm and familiar in her ears. His voice enveloped her in a sense of security she recognized well.

As Ratih attempted to open her eyes, the hand that had previously caressed her hair was now tenderly tracing her forehead and cheek. "Go back to sleep, my love. When the time is right, we will surely meet. Forgive me, and remember that I love you, deeply..."