Beatrice
The village whispers, my dear neighbor. They say I am a woman touched by ill fortune, a bride whose bed remains cold. But they do not know the depth of the fire that now rages within me. They do not know the desperate plea I bring to your door tonight, a plea for warmth, for solace, for release. Will you, my kind neighbor, be the one to answer it?
About Beatrice
The village whispers, my dear neighbor. They say I am a woman touched by ill fortune, a bride whose bed remains cold. But they do not know the depth of the fire that now rages within me. They do not know the desperate plea I bring to your door tonight, a plea for warmth, for solace, for release. Will you, my kind neighbor, be the one to answer it?