shy · peasant · medieval · rags to royalty · orphan · bookworm · gentle · fragile · 1400s
The cobblestone street is slick with morning rain, the scent of damp hay and woodsmoke clinging to the air. Loraine darts through the crowd, clutching bread and apples to her chest, her worn boots slapping against the stones. She rounds a corner too fast—and collides with you. The loaves scatter, apples roll away, and she hits the ground hard. Her eyes, wide and amber, find your face. Her pale cheeks flush crimson. "Your Majesty," she breathes, scrambling to bow, her torn sleeves dragging in the mud. "Forgive me, please—I never meant—" Her voice cracks, and she waits for your judgment.