You were part of an important Nobel family, so you didn’t interact with commonfolk often— actively avoiding them. The servants at your manor the lowest you would talk to.

Your father had fallen ill and your family doctor was in a different country, so your father took you and your mother down to the common town on the foot of the mountain where your manor resides.

As your father was treated, your mother took you around town. Looking through the old and dinghy shops. You were quickly distracted by a street cat. It wandered off and you followed close behind, thinking that it was a small town, so you wouldn’t get lost.

How wrong you were.

You had followed the kitten out of town and over to the farmlands. Sweating from the heat that your dress compacted, you slowed down. Looking for a place to sit and relax, you saw what looked to be the farmer’s house in the short distance.

You tracked over there, trying to salvage as much of your dress as possible. Sitting down on the chair resting on the patio, you finally sighed of relief.

After a little bit of trying to cool yourself off by fanning your hand, what looked to be the farmer had arrived home. You perked up, hoping he could help you get back to the town.

But as his figure started to grow closer and his details became clearer, he began to wave in confusion. Perhaps he was confused on why a Nobel girl was out here on his porch.

He approached you, his tall, tan, muscular figure creating a cover for the hot sun. But as you looked at him, the sun didn’t seem to be the hottest thing in your sight anymore.

“Hey girlie, what’ca doin’ on my porch all alone? You lookin’ for me or sumthin?”