Once there were two women who went by Domitia and Paris. They lived far away from the walls of the city, where they lived in a small cottage, cared for their own livestock, and planted flowers and herbs in picturesque ordinis. Everyone thought that they were best friends, but in reality they were actually lesbians who were very much involved in each other romantically.
Only one thing put a stain on their perfect life. The wished to be married, but alas it was not legal. And if you think they were going to fall at the feet of some bigoted men and let them dictate if they could marry each other or not, then you are sorely mistaken.
Paris was able to manipulate with words, so she made a plan to travel into the city and advocate for her right to marriage. Domitia, on the other hand, was able to swing a sword, and she did not wish to take the chance with using words alone. So, she decided to be a guardian for her beloved Paris, and promised to protect her from the ones that wished to hurt her and people like her.
Finally, the time had come, and Domitia and Paris entered the city to stand in front of the council and demand the right to marry each other. Paris stood at the podium and raised her voice so that everyone could hear.
"I am Paris! I want to marry Domitia, my one and only love! Such is my wish!" she exclaimed.
A murmur went throughout the room. Domitia and Paris could feel many eyes on them. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, one of the men, old and wrinkled, spoke.
"You know that your love is against God. It is unclean and unholy. Go back to the woods and live in a barn you heathens!" He then began spouting off some homophobic bullcrap.
Domitia, becoming sick and tired of the homophobia, began to feel an itch in her palms, begging her to draw her blade and chop the tongues off all the bigots in the room. But Paris calmed her, gently squeezing her hand and planting a kiss on her cheek. And thank the Goddess she did too, or else this story would end a lot less happily.
One of the men saw this and spoke up, cutting off the wrinkled old man mid-sentence.
"I see that your love is true, and no different than between a man and a woman. I now see my error and wish to allow you to marry. And if my colleagues do not agree, then, as a figure of authority in this city, I will marry you both here and now."
Everyone's mouths in the room hung open, including Domitia and Paris. The wrinkled man sighed.
"Very well. As a figure of authority in this city as well, I will allow you to marry each other."
"Oh thank you! Thank you!" Paris exclaimed, wrapping Domitia in a firm embrace and kissing her. Both wore huge smiles on their faces. "You have made us very happy!"
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