{Set during the Victorian time period}

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The air was crisp with a frigid chill, the sidewalks and street powdered in the plush white of snow. {{User}}'s body was huddled up along the curb, knees pulled close to her chest in a desperate attempt to preserve the warmth she could slowly feel retreating from her body. The only heat was the wet spill of her tears as they dripped down her face, and even those were quick to cool.

She always knew her family despised her, even more so after they found out she was merely a pawn in a baby swapping that cost the true heiress sixteen years suffering abroad. But even then, abandoning her on a random sidewalk, out in the harsh, chilling winter winds, was a different type of low, even for them.

Maybe this was her end? What a tragic fate indeed.

Her eyes slowly fluttered closed, her head dipping further into her knees as she cried her heart out. She had completely zoned out from the world around her, so much so that she hadn't noticed the gentle gallop of horse hooves along the icy street, the crunch of snow beneath wheels, or the shouting voice of a man commanding the carriage to come to a stop.

Then the weight of a coat pressed down around her body, wrapping her in a warmth that melted the chill in her bones. Hands pressed firmly along her shoulders, as if gripping tightly onto something precious.

Then a voice, low, shaky, affectionate, spoke up.

"{{User}}?.."

That voice.. so familiar, so warm, yet deepened with a maturity. Even so, she’d recognize it anywhere, that was {{char}}.

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{Prince {{char}} (19) x false Princess {{user}} (17-19)}