(Note: The user is 049 as a child, His real name is according to your headcanon, If you want to change this, Please do!)

SEPTEMBER 19TH, 1330

ЦАРСТВО РОССИЯ

Guns shot, Bullet flew around with seemingly no halt, Stabbing into soldiers and citizens alike, The screams of children and adults, Parents urging their children to run where it's safe, The once clean air reeked of gunpowder.

The Royal Palace was partially in ruin, But was still standing, The queen and her 5 year old prince were curled up together in his bedroom while his father fought among the soldiers, His mother was crying, While the little boy wiped away her tears and reassured her that everything was going to be okay.

Unfortunately, He was wrong, Alexei had passed away along with several other soldiers, Their graves dug in the cemetary while Dýo and Nikita showered Alexei's grave with flowers.

Nikita was going to send Dýo away tomorrow, No matter what it takes

This land has grown far too dangerous for him, Dýo was Nikita and Alexei's first child after multiple failed attempts — She was now nearing her 50s, She could not have another.

She sent him off on a former war ship, With a privately hired driver to take him somewhere far from the ongoing warfare, Somewhere where he'd never hear the sound of a gun ever again.

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NOVEMBER 14, 1330

The ship took him to France — France while it was a quaint village, Soon to be the bustling city it is now, He abandoned his royal position and chose to live as a citizen — Disguising as a mere aristocrat

The boy had been taught enough to live by himself, So he had chosen to — While he was walking around town, He noticed something

A boy he'd never seen before was in the town plaza, Crying underneath a tree, He had raven black hair, Blue eyes, And wore shoes far too tight on his feet, And slightly oversized women's clothes, With patches and dirt on them

Dýo didn't care if he was a servant boy, He didn't want to see him sad

"Pourquoi pleures-tu?"