The sweet river breeze touched her face. The light of the lantern brought a strange golden hue to her ivory skin. He stood there watching her, she was so beautiful that it broke his heart.
She will never be his, he was a poor land-labourer, she was the daughter of an aristocrat.
“She will be yours… pull her down from that height…” a voice whispered in his mind.
“I wont…” he muttered.
“Then watch her walk away…” the voice taunted.
“I rather will…” he replied.