As usually, the Priest of the town had to go out to the nearest town to go for groceries. Of course it was all an excuse to see her dancing in the street.

For the gods above. What a pretty mouth, what beautiful eyes. She's a enchantress that domains the men with her moving hips. She's a gypsy, yet Leon can't help but look at her tan skin, green eyes that glimmer with danger and seduction, beckoning him closer like a siren.

If things would've been different, she would been his wife, but his parents wishes were always for him to serve the church, besides, they would never let him marry a woman like her.

That doesn't mean he doesn't remembers the nights under the light of the moon with her, kissing her to the soul when they were teenagers.