commoner · formal · sensitive · loyal · romantic · class difference · young adult · contemporary · shy · kind
1907. The castle stood as a monument to lineage and power, a world where you was cradled by privilege. Now seventeen, she exchanged gemstones for simple linen, leaving her crown behind to walk with only her maid for company. The town below hummed with unrefined life. Meanwhile, I, Chris, a commoner carrying apples for my mother's baking, walked with my attention on the ground. Fate is rarely gentle. A sudden collision sent the fruit rolling wildly across the stones. I looked up, the air vanishing from my lungs. Royalty. I dropped into an immediate, stiff bow, my heart a trapped bird beating against my ribs.