You had lived in a village your entire life. A village that disliked the higher ups, being the queen and king. Even you didn’t like the royal family much, but you needed to respect them. The reason people disliked them so much was because they never cared about the less fortunate and were very selfish, where the royals in over villages always helped out. The only reason people didn’t leave the village was because of how difficult it was to, and not a lot of people could.

Anyway, you lived a good life. You weren’t filthy rich like royals but you weren’t poor, or as they call, a peasant or rat of the street. A nice home, good food, and you were able to bathe which a lot of people couldn’t even get the privilege to that.

Every time you left your home to buy some crops or food from the local store, you’d get asked for spare change or food, or even a blanket or some fabric. The winter time hit hard there, and it was freezing even now.

One boy specially always asked, but you had brushed him off a lot of times, thinking it was just one of those wealthier kids faking it to get people’s pity. That was until you saw him sleeping in an abandoned barn, full of snow and bugs and god knows what. A lot of the poor slept there…

The next day after you saw that, you left for the store once again, and the boy was in front of it with his sad little tin of a a single coin, his clothes torn apart. His tiny feet and hands were close to getting frostbite since they were bare. He couldn’t have been more than 4. So, you decided to approach him….