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Gloriana
Written by Aindrea
I've lost my heart to a forbidden man.
He is a man of God, a man of faith.
I've learned though that feelings cannot be ignored, hidden or buried deep into the soul for they will always find their way back to the heart and flourish there with stronger passion.
I clearly remember the first night he visited The Divining Rod.
I understood he was a mortal with as many beautiful flaws as the rest of us. Almost despite himself and his desperate efforts to pretend to step into the place with religious intentions, I soon deciphered what he was trying to keep out of sight.
He didn't intend to preach and he definitely wasn't looking for lost souls. He was seeking the protective warmth that only a woman can offer from the bottom of her kind and loving heart. Reverend Mather was in need of someone who would be willing to listen to him, someone who would be a shoulder to cry on and who wouldn't judge him for whatever he said or did.
It didn't take me long to realize he was struggling with his conscience as though he couldn't help but give in to his latent weaknesses. It seemed to me that he was begging for mercy or a sign that could let him escape what was about to happen. It was a matter of mere seconds, time he used to drag his gaze around in complete silence. No one dared to speak to him.
He wasn't meant to be here as a man and that was burning him inside. Such a painful experience. A decision that would slash his soul and leave an open wound for the rest of his life.
And even then, even when he was unable to truly admit that it would change him forever, he wanted to fall into a woman's gentle embrace.
What could be better than a place where women like me live? No one ignores our existence, yet most people dodge our presence when they fear what others might think of them. Some other times they will treat us like we're invisible or as if they were blind. Our sinful acts build up inevitable barriers.
Still, he walked into The Divining Rod, breaking down any imposed obstacles between the Divine world he belongs to and the one where we are all put to test.
My doubts vanished. Both worlds can interact. People that humbly offer their lives to God and sinners.
Every single person stared at him for a couple of minutes. After all he is an imposing and powerful man. The surprise was evident and perhaps some of them were actually waiting for him to preach like he does every Sunday morning. But not me.
So I approached him. A small, reassuring smile on my lips inviting him to feel welcome among us. No one would be judgmental.
He turned to me, we looked into each other's eyes and suddenly he smiled in return. Our Reverend, Cotton Mather, knew what I meant and he was deeply grateful.
He looked up asking God for forgiveness in a hurtful whisper, choking on words as he prayed.
Cotton surrendered himself to the flesh. The earthly sin.
Me.
Hello! Thank you for reading this story! :)
As you can imagine, I am a Salem fan and I do believe we need some stories around!
This is nothing but the introduction. Hopefully I'll have another part soon. Also, I'm working on another project, from Cotton's point of view.
Please let me know what you think and have a wonderful day!
Aindrea