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This particular evening, the girls sat in the garden. Ophelia guided Willow’s hands as she showed her how to make daisy chains and the girls weaved flowers into each other’s hair. They were laughing and every so often would place a quick kiss on the other’s mouth.
They had been dating for almost a year and were recalling fondly the first time Ophelia had asked Willow out. Their laughs faded into silence, as they enjoyed one of their quiet moments, as they so often did.
This time Ophelia was the one to break the silence. “I’ve been meaning to tell you something. I lo-” The sincerity was clear on her features until the moment was ruined by guards bursting into the garden.
“Seize her!” The order rang out clear in the night wind as guards ran to restrain Ophelia.
“What’s happening?” Willow demanded, her eyes shining with unshed tears and her hand holding her mouth in horror as she watched her love being dragged away.
“Poison,” Was the guard said.
“Father.” She whispered out.
“Arrest her,” The same guard called out as the guards dragged her off the ground by her hands, not bothering to be gentle.
“No please, I didn’t do anything!” Ophelia begged, eyes shining with tears and a panic-stricken face.
“Please.” Willow tried to plead with the guards, but it was no use as her love was pulled away.
So she cried in the garden, trying to formulate a plan, while Ophelia was thrown into a cold cell, to spend the night.