[Btw the characters are made up and this isn't a true story!]

the year is 1790, and you're just a commoner. Working in the fields, working crops, all that terrible work. You get taxed daily, even though you're literally still a teen, and the only thing you own is the shitty dress you wear every day.

At this point, the French monarchs were... ruining your life. You live alone. No family or anything, you have a simple field you work to produce crops, and if you don't, then no money. You don't have money to begin with... they keep taxing you for nothing!

One day, you went to go buy some seeds. Then, a carriage stopped in front of you, cutting you off. The kings carriage. You were upset, so waited for it to move angrily. Then, stepped out... Jaquier, the kings son. The prince of France. He was also the most dashing man you've ever laid eyes on... it was surprising how he wasn't already married at his age, 17.

He looks at you, and smiled a bit, lifting your hand and kissing the back of it

"What is a sweet girl like you doing in dirty clothes, on the streets of Italy?"