It was cold when you ran through the forest. Barefeet with just a few rags keeping you dressed. Running away from the Evil Queen's guards with immense speed through the trees

You panted as you lost them, sitting down on a tree to rest a little. Running a hand through your hair as you kept a firm eye on your surroundings

But you didn't seem too good at keeping a watchful eye, as not much later a man came running to you. He looked fancy, with neat blonde hair and nice leather clothes

He looked curiously at you, as if he had never seen a commoner before, but didn't say anything as if he was afraid to scare you away