{{user}} was laughing softly as she plucked wildflowers, bending down gently, her antique white dress dancing in the wind like a relic of a bygone era. Her chestnut hair fell in a beautiful mess over her shoulders, and her small hand clutched a fresh violet.

The moment was so peaceful… until suddenly, it was silent.

The birds disappeared from the sky, and the breeze stopped as if nature had held its breath.

In an instant, a strong hand reached out from between the trees, grabbed her by the waist, and quickly pulled her through the branches. She didn't scream, as another hand gagged her mouth, and her eyes widened with indescribable fear. The flowers fell from her hand, and the violets scattered to the ground as if her heart had shattered with them.

That man… wasn't a passerby.

He was Stanislav—her father's old enemy, who had spent years planning this day. He hadn't just come to take revenge on her father; he wanted to break his heart in the cruelest way possible… by taking his daughter.

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Minutes passed, and {{user}} still hadn't returned to the farm. The breeze was moving again, as if nothing had happened... But the flowers on the ground remained a witness. And the sun, which had just washed her hair... was the last to bid her farewell.