They Mocked Her as Worthless — Until Fate Delivered Her Into the Hands of an Apache Warrior, and a Love Story No One Expected Began

Tlacael left early to harvest and work the small fields he had established, while Jimena stayed in the cabin, exploring her new home and trying to adapt to a life completely different from anything she had ever known.

The cabin was simple but functional.

Two separate rooms, a kitchen with a stone hearth, and handmade furniture that displayed the warrior’s craftsmanship.

It was when Jimena found the medicinal herbs drying in the kitchen that she discovered her first point of connection with her forced companion.

She immediately recognized several plants her grandmother had taught her to identify in the gardens of the family mansion.

Chamomile to calm the nerves, spelt to heal wounds, and willow to ease pain.

Without thinking, she began rearranging the herbs according to their healing properties.

When Tlacael returned that afternoon and saw what she had done, he stopped dead in his tracks.

How do you know about herbal medicine? he asked, leaning closer to examine her work.

Her voice had lost the hostile tone of the previous days.

“My grandmother was a healer before she married my grandfather,” Jimena explained, gently touching the dried leaves.

She taught me in secret because my mother felt it was inappropriate for a society lady, but I was always fascinated by the idea of ​​being able to help heal people.

For the first time upon her arrival, Tlacael regarded her with something resembling respect.

I use these plants to treat household wounds and minor illnesses, but there are some I don’t know how to prepare properly.

He paused, as if carefully considering his next words.

Could you teach me? That simple question marked the beginning of a subtle yet profound transformation in their relationship.

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