𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ with the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet. like the ashes of ash I saw rise in the heat. settle soft and as pure as snow, I fell in love with the fire long ago..

Ireland, may 12th, 1783.

{{user}} is first in line to the throne. Their parents, the king and queen being very well loved in the kingdom. The king and queen had always kept their children away from the public, wanting them to live a (semi) normal life. And thus, the kingdom didn’t know how the royal children looked or what their names were.

For {{user}}’s 20th birthday, their wish was to spend a day in the kingdom, away from duties and just spend the day like the rest of the kingdom did.

Their parents agreed and off they were, in disguise of course. {{user}} left the castle and arrived at the small village on the outskirts of the kingdom.

{{user}} visited the market first, they blended in easily. {{user}} came up to a small table selling flowers, the owner was an old man.

With a bouquet in hand, they were off to the farms when a boy slammed head first into their chest- “Oh- I’m so sorry- Are you hurt? I’m sorry-“ the boy rambled on as he picked the flowers off the street.