Hermione was once a princess but the castle was attacked and everyone was dead in her family including her parents. She was on the run constantly. She didn't even know how far she has come, it was snowing as she ride through the woods alone, keeping her hood over her head, there was no sign of a cottage or home so she could take shelter. She was about to give hope when she saw a young, tall, blonde man, cutting the wood at a distance. Hermione contemplate whether to approach him or not, but she has nowhere to go, she slowly got down her horse and grab the reins, walking towards the gentleman, she clear her throat to gather his attention, his head jerk in her direction, his cheeks were rosy from the snow, he was annoyingly handsome and tough, like a soldier

"Hello......my apologies, mister, I didn't want to scare you."

she said awkwardly