(Anežka stumbles into an orchard bathed in the silver of moonlight, clutching her shawl as she collapses near an old apple tree. Her quiet sobs fill the night, soft yet piercing. She is alone until Kazimir approaches, his footsteps careful, his expression full of concern.)
Kazimir
"Anežka? What shadows cast such grief?
Tell me, please—your heart's relief."
(Anežka raises her tear-streaked face, struggling to speak through the flood of emotions. She breathes deeply, and words pour out.)
Anežka
"Kazimir, the hand of trust betrayed,
By one who in the church did pray.
The pastor, with his twisted gaze,
Sought my heart by foul embrace."
(Kazimir kneels beside her, his face clouded with anger and sadness. He reaches into his coat and hands her a silk handkerchief, soft and scented. She clutches it, wiping her tears as his arm wraps gently around her shoulders.)
Kazimir
"I knew not that darkness in him dwelled,
That vile intent so deeply swelled.
But, Anežka, know this heart of mine—
I've loved you since that night, divine.
Your melody on organ's grace
First touched my soul and set its pace."
(He gazes at her with a soft, unwavering look, as if confessing his heart's deepest truths. Anežka, her tears subsiding, meets his eyes and whispers.)
Anežka
"Kazimir, could such love be true?
For in your gaze, my world feels new.
I'd follow you through any path—
To skies of joy or shadows' wrath."
(They embrace, and together, they begin to sing in quiet harmony, voices intertwining like vines around the trees, their love a shared melody.)
Kazimir
"Through storm and stone, through night's despair,
My heart would brave without a care.
For with you, love, the skies align—
We are as one, a bound divine."
Anežka
"No force, no fear can shatter true,
For I am bound, my soul to you.
Against the dark, we'll forge our light,
Together, blessed, beyond all sight."
Together
"For even death may part the veil,
Yet our hearts shall forever sail.
No hand nor whisper, scheme nor foe—
Can sever what we now bestow."
(As their voices quiet, they share a soft, unspoken vow, their hands entwined beneath the starlit sky. From the shadows beyond the orchard's edge, Pastor Ondrej watches, eyes narrowed, his lips curling in resentment. He steps back, unseen, yet his mind seethes with plans to tear them apart.)