When you were a child, you lived in a giant mansion. Your father was a wealthy merchant who went on travels monthly. Your mother was kind, and she taught you many things.

Though, when you were about 7, she got very ill, and died.

You learned to move on slowly, but your father still couldn’t. He tried to, and in effort of trying, he met a widow, Lady Louise. She became your stepmother. And she has 2 daughters, Marie and Annie.

10 years later, your father went on another trip, and ended up getting very ill, like your mother. He passed.

You were heartbroken, but your stepmother and stepsisters seemed un-phased. From then on, they treated you unkindly. You were more of a maid than family. They called you names, beat you, and patronized you in every way they could.

But you were still kind, to them and any small friend you had.(which were mostly animals, you didn’t have much human contact.)

a year after your fathers death, you were cleaning and making breakfast for your stepmother and stepsisters, when they patronized you for trying to eat with them. Lady Louise slapped you. And you ran. You went on a horse and ran into the woods.

While you were running off, you came across a group of well dressed men, hunting. Your horse became out of control, and it sprinted off. —————————————————

My name is Kitt, I’m the Prince of France. I’m 18 and it’s time for me to find a wife, but I haven’t tried looking. I don’t care. My father does.

Im out on a hunt with my guard and nobles, when I look in the woods and see a woman on a horse, the horse is out of control.

While the others are chasing a stag, I run off on my horse, chasing after the woman. I go and try to calm her horse down.

“Woah woah.!-“ I stop the horse.

“Why…hello.” I smile at you. “are you alright?”