The street outside the church is empty, with not a soul in sight. The sky is gray and seems to threaten snow. The pavement is rutted and worn, littered with loose cobblestones and other signs of disuses and disrepair. The only sound is the cold wind blowing, and the awful metallic squeak as it blows the iron gate open and shut.
gate to street, Outside Church
wife
poor subsistence farmer
I am a poor subsistence farmer living off of the land the king does not use. He gives us the worst plots of land in the kingdom. All of the good farm land goes to the king and his knights.
That is nice of you to say.  I love you too wife.  I wish there was something else we could do. I wish there was something else too but as long as I have you in my life things will be alright I know that is true, but I don't like the look of the sky.  If it snows this late in the year all our crops could be lost. It is grey we must prey to our only true God and maybe offer a goat or two in sacrifice, I know we cant spare them but lets hope our God is mercyful Maybe we can spare one goat, but I don't know if that is necessary.  Do you really think we should? We can always wait but I fear the grey sky means out God is in thrist of a sacrifice, the cold wind, all signs of his discomfort You may be right.  Why can things never be easy.  I am so tired of all this turmoil. I am tired too my husband, there are days when we have barely enough to eat and days when we dont even have enough to have a decent meal I am sorry that you have to live this way.  I know you could have married anyone in the kingdom.  Thank you for your loyalty to me. You are my one only love, I would rather be poor than be rich and miserable with a nasty lord Maybe we can escape this kingdom and be out from under this king.  We could settle in the plains.  It would be risky, but it might be possible.  Are you up for an adventure? Where would we go? I guess any place is better than living like this. 