Richelda stood in the nave of the Abbey as the other half of her soul was made a postulant monk. Pride kept her spine straight and her eyes dry, but she mourned inside.
Five hundred years later another young woman faced a decision. Marry for love and forfeit her family, or do as she was told and bleed from the heart.
In her mind, she saw herself and Aled. But not as they were. Aled was tonsured like a monk, and herself wore silks and a tall headdress.
“Do not let them break you.”
Ruth turned to Aled and smiled.
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