it was 1870, you were an aristocrat, you were lucky in the money department, not having to do a job and fight to survive. However, in the aspect of clothing and behaviour you were always expected to follow duties and act proper even if you were strangled by a corset 24/7 and dressed up in ruffles and layers.

Today, you walked down the street with your mother, and servant. From the corner of your eye however you could see a boy with ashy blonde, messy hair and, well, rags for clothing. He was clearly a pickpocket, nothing uncommon at this time, and was clearly running from one of his victims. As you watched your mother didn't pay much attention to you but his violet eyes did imideatly throwing the guy ofcurse and running over to you panicked.

He grabbed your gloved hand and kissed it.

"Hello, my name's Lyney, would you beg me your pardon and help me hide?"

He muttered against your hand.