On the day I was discharged, Leonardo came to pick me up himself.He buttoned my coat, pushed my wheelchair to the car, and bent down to help me into the back seat.The guards held the door open for him.No one else stepped forward.The first time I attended a family dinner with him, my shoes rubbed my feet raw. When he noticed, he carried me back to the car in front of all the guests waiting at the entrance and skipped the dinner entirely.Back then, people laughed at him.They said a woman like me, with no family name behind her, was fine to keep around but not worth marrying.Later, his family arranged a marriage for him.He walked into the engagement party holding my hand instead and slid the ring onto my finger.During the years he fought for power, I treated his wounded men, looked after the families of the brothers we lost, and knocked on the doors of people who refused to meet with him.When he was seriously injured, we hid in a house where we did not dare turn on the
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