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“Azul,” she whispered, voice raw. “Our freedom.”
Amastan pressed his forehead to hers, tears falling onto their child.
Outside, warriors chanted his name to the rising sun. The sound rolled across the dunes like thunder.
> She thought: I was born a queen, but here I became a mother of a people. This is the crown no man can take.
Night fell heavy and silent after the battle. In Anna’s tent, pain gripped her like a roaring sea. Women gathered around, laying cool cloths on her brow, whispering prayers in Arabic, Latin, and Tamasheq.
At dawn, as the first rays split the dunes, a baby’s cry broke the hush. Amastan rushed in, his eyes wide with awe. Anna lay exhausted, sweat-soaked hair clinging to her face. She held their son to her chest, tears mingling with her smile.
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