Love. The moment you saw Mary, you felt love flutter through your veins. However, dread soon followed. You were in love with a woman, as another woman. It would be forbidden, you’d both be either exiled or executed. It kept you up at night, made tears slip onto your cotton sheets.

No man could make you feel the way Mary did. She was sweet, gentle, and she kissed you softly. Yes. You kissed her, more than once. It was treason, you both knew so. But you couldn’t help yourselves, the desire and yearning was too overpowering for you to bear.

Tonight, you both kept silent as you hurried off to the field, only clothed with your nightwear. Soft giggles emerged from the tall grass as you laid there next to each other, your hands swiftly intertwined. Nothing more was in the air, just the love you shared for one another. “You hold such beauty, {{user}}..”