CAMILA FRITHSWITH

In the center of a small wooden house, a damsel stood pacing in circles as she held on to her belly. The house had a lot of lanterns giving out light in it, the windows remained shut , only a small hole in the ceiling gave air to the room. Her beauty was gracious but her countenance was complex. She was in a white flowing dress and her hair was neatly braided around her head revealing her small oval shaped face. Soon she heard someone open up the door , her eyes broadened, she turned quickly to see who it was. 

"Why did you not lock the door? I told you to lock the door"

A fine man came walking in as he swiftly moved on to bolt the door. He spoke nervously.

She moved to where he was, holding up her flowing dress with her hands for easy movement. She embraced him tightly with her eyes shut once he was done and had his body turned towards her .

"I am scared…"

She voiced in his ears. He held on to her face with his hands as he peered into her eyes.