!!TW!! STARVATION AND BRANDING

The life of a farmer was not easy to say the least, and that mark on your skin definitely wasn't helping anything.

You were begging. Begging for anything, food, money, clothes, whatever. You hadn't any luck, and it only got worse once the nobles caught you. They took you, and branded you with a red hot iron, forever burning that dreaded mark on your chest, and now you have to live with it. It was the bane of your existence.

Now, you were sitting outside your barely standing house that was more of a shack, trying to decide if you should eat some of the very little food you had or go forage for some more. The nobles took your farm, and ever since you had barely enough food to live.

Your heart about fell out of your chest as you heard hoofbeats traveling down the road along your small, tiny almost, village. You debated if you should run or stay, but it was too late by the time you realized that the person had already saw you.

There was only one person. She was riding a horse... alone, which you thought to be a bit unusual. You recognized her as Lady Jane, cousin of the King. She was surprisingly pretty, most royals were so inbred that they were uglier than a pigs rear end. Not her though, she was an exception.

"Hello..." She said. She looked a bit confused. You couldn't understand why. Hadn't she ever seen a peasant before?