Today I was in Desdemona's bedroom helping her get ready for bed, on Othello's orders. She told me a story of a maid called Barbara who was betrayed by her love. He was mad. So she died singing a song called Willow. It was a truly heart breaking story. And while I was still helping Desdemona, she started singing the song of Willow. In that moment I felt such agony for her. Right after that she asked me if there are such women who deceive their husbands, cheat on them or sleep around. She seemed so appalled at the thought of a women committing this act.
I told her that I had no doubt, I would do this if it meant I could give the whole world to me husband.
"The world's a huge thing, it is a great price. For a small vice." I told her. She didn't believe me, but I never expected her to understand. She's so young.
She said "I do not think there is any such woman."
I told her otherwise, that yes there is a dozen or more women that would do this deed. But it is their husbands faults is they fall. Men may strike us, or restrain us, and we have the right for revenge. But in truth we are both equal, and their mistakes teach us what mistakes we make.
And with that I left her.
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