She caressed your hair, tucking some behind your ear. She gestured for you to open your mouth, and when you did she fed you some fruit. She giggled, you sat in her lap as she fed and kissed you. She played with the bottom of your dress, she was in love and thanked the Gods for bringing you to her.

“Mine. You’re my lovely little girlfriend.” She planted a kiss on your temple. You were never leaving this island, she’d make sure of it.