Lucien

It was the sound of the voice of his beloved woman that made him raise his head with a start.

Proserpina ?

He heard her and then saw her, the familiar, lovely woman he loved with all his heart. She was racing down the hill, the momentum causing her to tumble down and she rolled down and landed there, a little way off.

She was before him, almost kneeling before them, hands raised in supplication and he roared in anger, in dismay, his heart swelling as he saw how distraught she looked, white-faced, her soft mouth trembling, the brown eyes overflowing with tears as she whispered,

‘Please, No,”.

Proserpina...