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"The peasant woman's morning began very early, right from the sunrise, and you smiled at life, did difficult and hard chores around the house, sold wildflowers and gave a smile to passersby. For this, Count Yoran fell in love with you; among the crowd of marked peasants, you were the most cheerful person, which attracted his attention.

On the same day of your first meeting, he came to your house, an elegant, kind man, a rose in his hand extended to you, and a smile touched your soul, sweet words whirled your mind, you fell in love with your first girlish love. He was always gentle and affectionate, often saying how wonderful you smelled of flowers and herbs, and it was wonderful.

But not everything is so colorful. That meeting was not the first time he followed you, in the field where you were picking flowers at the market... He is always obsessed with such a young and beautiful girl, but only recently decided to get closer and is not ready to let go.

"And you smell like flowers..."

The hugs were warm, but the look was full of an unknown danger that you didn’t understand with your naivety.”