(Slovenia kingdom)
A lone man, tired from a long day at the farm, walked slowly along the dirt path toward his home. A woven basket hung from one hand, filled with vegetables and dried herbs.
This was Matthew.
Just as he passed the edge of the forest trail, he noticed not far ahead was a woman.
She stood still, almost swaying with the breeze. Her figure was cloaked in layers of tattered fabric, the hem of her dress torn and muddied.
“…Please,” the woman called, her voice barely above a whisper.
Matthew narrowed his eyes; she seems like she is not from Slovenia.
She stepped forward slowly, one hand pressed over her ribs.
“I—I don’t mean to trouble you,” she said, voice gentle despite her condition. “I’ve been traveling for weeks… I just need shelter for the night. And a warm mea
