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It was as if the stars stopped to watch, the moment Ruth stepped into the palace, her yellow sheath dress willowing around her, as the wind blew, almost forceful, like it was pushing her in, like fate or maybe even destiny was at the edge of its seat.
Barak led the way, holding his arm out for her as they made their way through the banquet celebration. Her rate rose, the rhythm of the drums going straight to her chest. The haze over her mind was powerful, almost dream–yet there was this strong stirring in her heart.
With only her eyes revealed, she slowly took in the opulence of the banquet, her dark eyes lingering over the details.
Out of the blue, a young man, warm complexion, curly mess of brown curls, came running towards her, almost knocking her over, but her father swiftly moved her out of the way. She sighed in relief, squeezing his arm, looking up and wordlessly thanking him. They turned back to see the man had gone out into the night, stood, and stared up at the night sky.
A drunk, both her father and her thought, moving on with their lives.
Oblivious to the glances she got, she walked on, excited for the performance she'd give at the show.
It was as if the whole world stopped to stare at a veiled woman with a sole purpose.
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Elimilek stopped mid–laughter and held back the servant girl from pouring more wine into Benesh’s cup. “That's quite alright, young lady. Benesh has had more than enough.”
Benesh broke off the conversation with another man and turned, his smile strained. “One more won't hurt, Elimilek.”
Then he looked at the servant girl. “Pour.” He lifted his golden cup. As she was about to pour, Elimilek cut in.
“Please don't he'll be so drunk he won't even remember the night.”
Benesh shook his head, lifting the cup higher, staring at the servant girl, who was hesitant.
“That's your,” Elimilek paused, making sure all the moabite men around the table were consumed with their chatter. “Eighth cup.”
Benesh held back his irritation. “ I can handle my wine.” The finality in his tone made Elimilek take a step back and leave him to his decision.
Benesh looked at the servant girl, and with a demanding tone, he spoke. “Pour.”
The servant girl poured the red wine and filled the cup to the brim, Elimilek watched closely, a flicker of dread bursting in his heart, but he shook it off.
“— And anyway, Elimilek can get one of his sons married to your daughters. Where did you say you come from again?”
Elimilek was caught off guard, looking away from Benesh, to find the eyes of all the men on him.
“Ephrath, Bethlehem.” He answered curtly.
“Great!” The man spoke, “then we can have the wedding there—wait but that wouldn't be a good idea, with the famine. It hit there, too, right?”
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Ruth: Reimagined
Romance"I want you to belong to someone Ruth." Adira said, her voice softer. "I want you to be able to breathe in a world where everything is placed on a woman's chest, on her back and tied to her legs and then she's told to be beautiful, to be good enoug...
