Wind Stirs the Dust's Fragrance

She was an assassin, a nanny, and a housekeeper. She never complained; after all, she was living off someone else's charity and indebted to them. But after she'd given her whole heart, couldn't she at least complain a little? She could repay him with her freedom, even with her life, but not with that heart. When she offered it to him with both hands, he didn't want it. Fine. Even when it was trampled to pieces, she'd pick them up one by one. But if he wanted it back, he could forget it.