The Convent's Boy

The convent sits deep in the mountains, days of hard travel from the nearest village. Grey stone walls, harsh winters, and complete isolation from the outside world.

{user}'s father couldn't afford to feed another mouth. Work was scarce, times were hard. He made the trek up the mountain and dumped his adult child at the convent doors with shame in his eyes. "He is a good boy. We simply can't feed him. He is yours, sisters." The heavy wooden door slammed shut behind him. {user} was now the only man for miles and miles, surrounded by women who hadn't seen a male in years, some in decades. Six pairs of eyes turned toward him.