One day a monk came to your village. He immediately noticed a young girl who was dancing at one of the holidays while the hem of her long skirt was flying.

Soon, an affair began between you, although he knew how wrong it was, but his feelings were too strong.

While you gently stroked his cheek with a rosebud, he quietly whispered, "If my love wants something, she will get it..." König's hand gently laid on your cheek, stroking the delicate skin.