It was an unfavorable match, frowned upon by her father and the other ranking nobles of the Court. He was a Craftsman and she a Court Lady. They never would have crossed paths if she had not gone into town that day on a dare. But she had and as soon as their eyes met their stories had changed. Private messages sent back and forth and covert meetings taken in the cover of night became habit, but it wasn’t long before their secret rendezvous became known to her father and she was forbidden to see him again. That was over a month ago. Though every day since she woke to find a letter stuck in the crevice of her window from him, asking to meet. Her father had been clear: if they were found together he would be exiled. Therefore she never went. She tired to forget about him and hoped hat he would forget her, but the notes continued to come. One day, she decided to slip away and meet with him, resolving within herself that she would keep her distance.

Something always brings me back to you
It never takes too long
No matter what I say or do
I’ll still feel you here ’till the moment I’m gone

She arrived at the appointed spot and saw him almost immediately and froze. All the feelings she worked hard to bury were making their way tot he surface. He stood, but when he started walking towards her she quickly turned her back to him. “Please stop sending me messages,” her plea was soft, but if she spoke any louder she was sure to be betrayed by her own voice.  “If they find out . . . If they catch you —“  The rest of what she was to say was cut short the moment she felt his hand touch her shoulder.

Oh, you loved me ’cause I’m fragile
When I thought that I was strong
But you touch me for a little while
And all my fragile strength is gone

“Ma’shiara. Ma’shiara look at me.”  His voice was deep and strong, and in hearing him say her name that steel she had filed herself with began to wear away. His hand moved from her shoulder. Ma’shiara slowly turned around as he took her hand. Though she didn’t look at him, but down instead at the hand he held. He smiled at her and pulled her to him as he took a seat on the bench. Next thing M’ashiara knew she was sitting on his leg.  Sensible reason said she that she shouldn’t be there, but she wasn’t listening to that anymore.  The longer he held her hand the more warmth from it spread through her body. Ma’shiara lifted her eyes and looked at him with a mixture of joy and fear. “If they catch us they’ll send you away,” she said. He lifted her hand towards his lips. “Then I’ll find my way back to you,” he said before he kissed her hand. That was all it took for that wall she built to come crashing down.

Set me free, leave me be
I don’t want to fall another moment into your gravity
Here I am, and I stand
So tall, just the way I’m supposed to be
But you’re on to me and all over me
Lyrics from “Gravity” by Sara Bareilles

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