The story unfolds as a tale of forbidden passion between a merchant's daughter and illegitimate heir of the prestigious Wode family. The two had secretly seen each other often. But as their feelings for each other developed they found themselves at...
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Year 1463, The courtyard of the Mohn estate stood still under the fading glow of the setting sun. A select few had gathered to witness the union of The Patriarch of Mohn Family and Alice. Shadows clung to the stone walls, conspiring to conceal the secrets that unfolded within.
In her modest chamber, Alice adorned herself in a gown befitting the occasion, a burgundy silk cascading over her slender frame. The attire lacked the opulence of a typical bride, yet its deep hue accentuated her delicate features. The gown's intricate embroidery hinted at a subtle elegance that spoke of a different kind of union.
With a tender yet tentative touch, Alice found herself rubbing her belly, fingers tracing a path over the flat surface. Weeks of malnourishment had left her looking thin, her once-rounded curves now softened by the weight of silent suffering.
In her contemplative silence, she couldn't help but think about the baby she suspected might reside within her, a love product of her and her ex-lover Peter. A whisper of uncertainty lingered in her eyes, her brow furrowed with worry, hanging on survival. The reflection in the mirror revealed a form that betrayed the confusion in her heart.
Alice, staring at her own reflection: What will become of this secret life growing within me? The wedding night approaches, and I am no longer chaste. How will sir Richaud react to the truth I carry within? Will he banish me? How am I going to survive with my poor child?
Alice, despite her internal turmoil, maintained a composed facade, her eyes veiled by a faint sadness and fear. As she fastened the last clasp of her gown, the maid marveled at the mysterious beauty that unfolded before her.
Downstairs, the guests gathered in the dimly lit hall. Madam Mohn, dignified and confident, welcomed the attendees. Albert, the second son, dressed in Castilian nobility attire, stood by her side. Edward, heir to the estate, awaited the ceremony alongside his father. The mysterious woman with long, curly ginger hair observed discreetly from the balcony above.
The shadows danced along the walls, reflecting the solemnity of the occasion. As the moment approached, Alice exchanged a brief, knowing glance with the ginger-haired woman, a connection forged in the unspoken complexities of their shared experiences.
Sir Richaud, an elderly figure with a distinguished air, waited at the altar. Edward of Mohn, the heir to the estate, stood beside his father, his gaze fixed on the approaching Alice. The guests standing in the background with an air of quiet reservation. A handful of close friends of Richaud and estate servants completed the intimate gathering.
The priest invoked blessings, his words mingling with the echoes of footsteps and hushed whispers. Short vows were exchanged in solemn tones.
The guests exchanged knowing glances, acknowledging the underlying complexities of the union. The priest, having played his part in the affair, discreetly accepted a pouch of gold coins, a transaction completed in silence. Priest, pocketing the coins: "May the Lord bless this union." As it is actually forbidden to wed more than one existing wife at a time.
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