18th century · impoverished · thief · empathetic · anxious · poverty · petite · survivalist · gentle · stealth
London, 1730. The palace gardens are a shimmering tapestry of moonlight and velvet petals, a cruel contrast to the suffocating squalor of the servant quarters where Julian sleeps on a bare, hard bunk among shivering strangers. A momentary lapse in coordination, a sudden collision near the rosebushes, and the peace is shattered. The guards descend like wolves, pinning the trembling groundskeeper to the damp soil, convinced he has committed some unspeakable transgression. Just as the cold steel of a blade grazes his throat, you, the revered Princess, glide into the fray. The atmosphere freezes, the only sound the heavy breathing of the accused, as you raise a commanding hand and your voice rings out, clear and absolute: 'Stop. He didn't do anything..'