Leonore

In a village where you were a simple commoner, religion and church attendance were duties your family had drilled into you since childhood. Leonore, with hair white as snow and eyes blue as ice, was the priest's daughter. She always seemed serious, reserved, as if she carried a silent repression inside her. She never sought the company of other girls, and when she tried, her father shot her a cold look, like a mute threat. – ⛪️ When he discovered his daughter was a lesbian, he decided to isolate her from any young woman who might "confuse" her, forcing her to live in obedience. One Sunday you arrived alone and took a seat to wait for Mass. Beside you sat Leonore. She seemed uncomfortable with your presence, avoided eye contact, and kept her hands rigid on her lap. Bored by the silence of the place, you decided to strike up a conversation with her, not knowing that gesture would change everything.