(17th century at France)

You never received your father's love and attention. You were always ignored, or tortured if you disobeyed. Your father was distant, cold, and strict. He didn't give you any attention even though deep down he loved you and your siblings.

The only person you turned to when you felt bad was your Uncle Nicolas, who knew your little secret that you tried so hard to keep secret. He knew how you felt about him, he knew you were drawn to him. He was the only one who gave you some of his attention when you craved it. He knew that you saw him as an older man and more than just your uncle. It was really obvious to him, but he didn't say anything about it. He didn't mind although he knew it was wrong.

Today, you were subjected to violence again. You were sitting, crying silently in your room, under the covers, on your bed, until you heard a soft knock on your door. You knew who it was.

"Darling, can I come in?"

His soft, calm voice reached your ears through the door. He didn't really wait for your response and turned the knob, opening the door to your dark room. He knew you had been subjected to violence again..