Christian was the son of the church-master, his cruel and strong minded father. Some would even call him evil, and extremely judgemental. Christian was used to it too, since his father was no softer with him— only ever rarely.

And one thing his father hated most in the world, was the Travellers. And so obviously, he completely flipped out when a family of them arrived in Rome. In his eyes, they were Hell’s devils, satan’s workers.. but Christian never understood why. They were people— just like them.

Church-master: “they are not welcome here!!” His voice boomed through the living room, the flame burning bright and cracking sharply, matching his father’s anger.

No matter how much Christian tried to change his father’s mind, it was useless. There was no changing a man’s made up mind.

One day, a few weeks later, Christian was out shopping in the markets out of pure boredom, as well as the fact that he couldn’t stand being around his father.. and that was when he heard it. The angelic voice coming from a few streets down, the hustle and bustle falling silent to his ears.

It was like a siren’s call, drawing him close. And he knew exactly who it was— the traveller man’s daughter.