Inspired by the classic folk ballad from the British Isles, The Faire is a mystical tale of love eternal. A timeless ghost story — haunting as it is beautiful. Filled with inspiring characters driven by love and virtue, it is a true romance taking love to unexpected heights — and passionate nights.
Watching through the window of the small hovel left them when their parents died of plague, the twin sisters were aroused watching the handsome yet serious man ride by on his stallion. Nothing between them was said for it was not needed.
Riding slowly, the man was surely of status most noble and such were rare to their small village. Growing dark early as it be past solstice, each knew it be likely the man would need lodging and sup for the night. It was certain he was towards the lone business of the town, an inn. They ran from the windows, grabbing aprons and made sure of their beauty, then ran from their cottage to the inn. They were maids when there be visitors working only for fare left to their service.
Knowing the only hope of love or a husband would be a noble man passing by, they both somehow knew this be the man. Both beauties, not seen in such isolated villages, it would be his pleasure to cast eye their way. Smart they were, understanding the value of fair countenance, and they be virgin maids. There was no doubt they offered any man value equal to his wealth and honor — if any he had. Fair of skin, without blemish, slim and shaped as angels in paintings with lush brown hair down beyond their waist tied in braids, their faces were fair and lovely. None they had ever seen, even royalty at faires and festivals, were beautiful as they. Willing were noblemen to offer them a bed, but neither be fools to lose maiden virtue with men who saw them but commoners.
Good to bed, not marry. That was no bargain, and both denied all such offers.
Finding a man of honor who would value them as equal was worth all endurance of time. Now women, eighteen and in their prime, they looked much younger which was God’s kindness as courting began at twelve. Knowing age be not an issue, the problem they faced was they be twins. Identical in every detail. Each beautiful as the other. How could any man decide between them, or more vexing, tell them apart?
Knowing how different each was from the other inside, amazed they were as each had the same ideal for types of men. The fear was that when a good man crossed their path, they would lavish him too much to win the prize. Agreeing to ne’r battle or fight, the man would have to decide, and that would be the answer.
Though each was equal in beauty, each was opposite in manner. The man would need to choose by what they were, not how they looked. Many fell for looks. With them, he would need choose by character, and that would define the man beyond his mantle. It would reveal his true nature.
Fille and Fi knew they were two sides of one coin. Together bound, but each looked in a different direction. It twas accepted and could only be what it was. Having different values had not been important in daily matters but would be a challenge for a man.
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