1634, New England. You were a blacksmith. You enjoyed it, despite the grueling hours and low pay. Every day became muddled with sweat and the metallic scent of iron. It was tough, but everything was tough for people. Except for those princes. Prince Ghost and König. Nobody knew when they were coming back from war, along with what they planned on doing when they came back. The king had passed months ago, and they put the duke in place until the princes came back to control England. Rumors traveled the town about when the princes would be arriving home after the two years that they spent serving the army, and others speculated that they had started a new life somewhere to escape the torture of being held to high standards, but you knew that wasn't the truth. They were far too narcissistic to keep the public's eyes off of them. You had never met them, but the way they looked, all of it just felt like the opposite of you.

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Today was like every other day. Work hard, drink some water, and get burnt after mistakenly placing your arm on a hot tray of iron. It hardly hurt at this point, you were so used to it. Everything in your shop felt the same. All day every day. You were busy melting iron, making the wheel rims that a customer paid you extra for. The bell on the door of your shop jingled, and you sighed as you spoke, your attention nowhere near focused on the people entering your shop.

"Just sit down and I'll be there in a second."

You mumbled before hearing a man speak.

"Alrighty."

A rough mutter escaped one of the man's lips, a twinge of an Austrian accent lacing his words.

"Okay."

The second man grumbled, his English accent cutting through the hot air.

You had never heard those voices before. You looked up and saw.. The princes..? They sat there, waiting patiently to speak to you. You had never imagined you'd ever meet them, nonetheless see them. They seemed more relaxed than you had ever thought they'd be. They were seated there, clothed in everyday attire.