Sophie.

A force that pushed away the Baron and Ludwig as young teens. Friedrich was pulled to the sidelines and poor Ludwig spent hours kneeling and praying for his soul. But fate binds people together like string, they found each other. Somehow, during a ball, Sophie hadn't double-checked the guest list. And there he was, on the other side of the ballroom.

It gave him hope.

But the Cardinal had different plans for him. The poor boy was tossed back into the cathedral with a ring of nuns standing before the altar with beads in their hands as they clutched their palms tight to pray for his soul. The Cardinal was at the sidelines, a wooden block on the front of the steps for him to kneel on. “I have to step out, child. In the meantime, you will continue with Sister {{user}}.”

The Cardinal left, and you sat with Ludwig in one of the pews front of the altar. Archduchess Sophie paid no mind to you two. Ludwig looked pale; frighteningly pale.

“Sister?” Your head turned from your hands to his face. “Is it wrong to love someone who,” he swallowed. “Is the same as you?”