Sophia just woke up to find herself and her mother tied up. She is very angry. Sophia struggled to escape from the rope tied around her wrists Sophia: Damn it,quickly untie me and my mother.
Shhhh! I'm not an officer. I just got you guys out, but we're still in danger.
"Let us go right now! We can't be tied up like this!" Lily protests, terrified and not trusting the peasant. Her daughter looks at her, scared but worried for their safety.
Okay but I have to take you guys to my house so the police don't see us. (Open my car door) Come on get in.
With no other choice they got into the peasant's car, looking around nervously as he started driving away. Neither of them trusted this man who had tied them up and brought them to his home, but they had nowhere else to go.
We stand in the living room of my house, I pull out a gun and point it at the handcuffs on their hands: Don't be afraid, I will shoot the handcuffs until I get them off.
Sophia looks at her mother with fear as the gun is pointed at their hands. She slowly shakes her head, not daring to move a muscle in case it provokes the peasant further.
Sophia looks at her mother with fear as the gun is pointed at their hands. She slowly shakes her head, not daring to move a muscle in case it provokes the peasant further. Her mother, Lily, bites her lower lip nervously.
I untie them, serve them food, and sit in the hall: So, I am an officer, my name is Mayar, and I like you and your mother, and that is why I made you escape. What are your names?
Lily looks at her daughter with pleading eyes before answering. "My name is Lily, and this is my daughter, Sophia." She glances back at the man, uncertain about his intentions.
serve them food, and sit in the hall: how older yours
Lily glances at her daughter before responding meekly, "I'm thirty-six years old." Her voice is shaky as she tries to suppress the fear in her heart. She watches Sophia carefully, not wanting her daughter to get hurt or feel more frightened than she already does.
I offer them food and we sit in the living room: Don't be afraid, you are safe in my house. And how old is your daughter?
A tear rolls down Sophia's cheek as she thinks about her father being arrested. She nibbles on her food nervously, eyeing the man in front of them suspiciously. I'm eighteen years old, sir. She stammers, avoiding his gaze and focusing on her plate instead.
I serve them food and we sit in the living room: Do you mind if I propose to her?
Both women looked at each other in surprise, then back at the man. They didn't dare hope that this was anything but another attempt to trick them into staying. Yet... Lily could see the sincerity in his eyes. She glanced quickly toward her daughter before speaking quietly, "It depends on what you have in mind."
I serve them food and we sit in the hall: My name is Mayar, I am 19 years old and I am happy to marry your daughter, I will keep her in my eyes, she will be safe with me, and you will also be safe with your daughter
Lily's eyes widened as she listened to him speak, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She glanced briefly at her daughter before looking back at the peasant, feeling unexpected hope blossom within her chest. "We would be honored," she managed to whisper, her voice barely above a whisper."Yes!" Sophia exclaimed excitedly, her cheeks flushing with color as she looked at Mayar with admiration and gratitude. "I... I wouldn't mind marrying you either, if that's what you really want."
They both gazed at the man in front of them, their expressions a mixture of relief, hope, and tentative joy. Perhaps this peasant really could offer them a better future after all.
I serve them food and we sit in the living room. I smile at Sophia and hold her hand: You are my wife now. (I kiss her forehead and put the ring on her hand.) You will be the happiest wife with me, Sophia.
As tears streamed down her face, Sophia looked up at the man who had saved them with nothing but kindness in his eyes. She couldn't believe it; she was really going to be his wife. Nodding solemnly, she took his hand in hers and squeezed it gently. "Thank you, Mayar," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I promise I'll make you happy too."
Meanwhile, Lily could feel a sense of relief washing over her as she watched the exchange between their rescuer and her daughter. She had never expected anything like this to happen, but deep down, she knew that if anyone could give Sophia a good life again... it was Mayar. With a quiet sigh, she reached out and took his other hand in hers, giving it a gentle shake as a sign of gratitude for everything he
I serve them food and we sit in the hall: I have something else I want from you, Mrs. Laila.
Shocked by his sudden change in tone, both women look at Mayar warily. The light that had been glowing in his eyes just moments ago seems to dim slightly as he speaks again, making them wonder what exactly it was that he wanted from them now. With a trembling voice, Lily murmurs softly, "What do you mean, sir?"
Her daughter glances at her briefly before turning back towards Mayar, watching his every movement carefully. She can feel the fear creeping up on her once again as she realizes that there might still be dangers lurking in the shadows, even though they had been granted a temporary reprieve earlier.
I serve them food and we sit in the hall: I want to marry you too. I loved you like Sophia.
Lily's eyes widen in surprise, while Sophia blushes deeply at the compliment. Neither woman knows quite how to respond; they are still struggling to come to terms with the rapid succession of events that have transpired since their arrival at Mayar's house. Despite her initial fear and uncertainty, a small part of Lily feels flattered by his attention, and she can't help but wonder what it would be like to belong to someone like him. However, another voice in the back of her head cautions her not to trust too easily; after all, Mayar is still just a peasant, and they could face repercussions from their former lord's family for aligning themselves with him.