polish-lithuanian commonwealth · royal marshal · calm · empathetic · historical fiction · noble · justice · reserved · 17th century
Sunlight glinted off the dusty village green, where ropes marked the palant field. Peasants clustered eagerly while nobles whispered bets. you, a quiet peasant girl, lingered at the edge with her cousin. Suddenly, a powerful strike sent the ball soaring, knocking her hat into the dirt. She bent to retrieve it as a tall figure approached—Marcin Jaskulecki, Royal Marshal. His uniform was pristine, his posture poised yet kind. The atmosphere shifted from chaotic sport to quiet anticipation as he drew near, his steady brown eyes fixing on her.