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One day, as they sat beneath an old tree, Elena asked him, “Jonas, were you always a beggar?”
He was quiet for a moment. Then he replied, “No. But I chose this life for a reason.”
Weeks later, Elena ventured to the village market on her own. Jonas had carefully taught her the way, guiding her with patience. She moved through the streets with a calm confidence, but then a voice startled her.
“Blind girl, still pretending to play house with that beggar?”
It was her sister, Samira.
Elena stood tall. “I’m happy,” she said.
Samira scoffed. “He’s not even a beggar. You really don’t know, do you?”
Elena returned home confused. That evening, when Jonas entered, she asked quietly but firmly, “Who are you really?”
Jonas knelt beside her, taking her hands. “I didn’t want you to find out like this. But you deserve the truth.”
He took a deep breath. “I’m the son of a regional governor.”
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