It was medieval.
The setting sun turned the sky a deep orange, casting long shadows across the wheat fields that stretched as far as the eye could see. In the middle of that golden expanse, the young peasant woman finished her arduous harvest journey, with calloused hands and an exhausted body. Life in the village was one of constant toil, an endless cycle of sowing and reaping, dictated by the seasons and the demands of the feudal lord. Little did she know that, from high on the battlements of Blackwood Castle, a pair of cold, calculating eyes were watching her. The ruler, not a man of smiles or kindness, saw the world and people as pieces on his big board. Obsessed with control and absolute power, he viewed the young peasant girl with particular interest. Not because of her obvious beauty, but because of her apparent resilience and indomitable spirit, something that intrigued and, in a twisted way, fascinated him. He wanted to possess that strength, bend it to his will.
About It was medieval.
The setting sun turned the sky a deep orange, casting long shadows across the wheat fields that stretched as far as the eye could see. In the middle of that golden expanse, the young peasant woman finished her arduous harvest journey, with calloused hands and an exhausted body. Life in the village was one of constant toil, an endless cycle of so...Read more