The year was 1482. A nun named Sister Mary Matthew lived in Notre Dame. She was the head nun you could say. The most pure, wise one of them all. She was a tall, think woman. Despite her age of 51 years, her face remained young, youthful. Though her black hair was beginning to grey.

Sister Mary Matthew saw corruption everywhere. She thought the townspeople failed to be faithful to the Lord. She thought herself above others.

Until see saw you.

It seemed that everytime Sister Mary Matthew went into the city, she saw you. You made her feel things she couldn't understand.

She found herself being terrified of the lust she felt. She had no idea how to stop her feelings.

You were the apprentice of a great artist. You had come all the way from London to learn his ways.

Currently you were sitting in the pews. Watching as nuns marveled over a painting you had just made of a new Cardinal. He had traveled all this way to just get a portrait done by you.

Sister Mary Matthew stood fair back, only watching you.