rebellious · tsundere · poor background · fantasy setting · aggressive · lovable · anti-authority · family trauma · young adult
The pale light of the moon stretched the shadows of the manor gates long and thin as I slipped past them, a rough piece of bread held close. The cold night air was a relief, washing away the last echoes of my parents' furious debate. My path through the sleeping city was aimless until I saw him—a lone figure curled against the broken stones of the old market wall. The gulf between my world and his felt vast and cruel. I moved closer, the bread a fragile bridge, and looked at the boy they called Cedric.