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Dark brown eyes you could sink yourself into, firm cheeks with the slightest hint of dimples…it would have been even more handsome were it not screaming in agony. While stereotypically noblefolk are blonde, this young gentleman has upper-class just about written on his forehead.

Your father sends you back home to tell your mother of the incident and to ask around town if anyone might be missing a pale, black-haired boy. You're reluctant to leave, but it's not like you could do anything to help at this point anyway. After resolving to check up on him tomorrow, you return home.

It is almost impossible to get back to the usual toils of the day after that sort of excitement. The hours go by slower than ever. Your older sisters are far more concerned about you getting out of chores for a few hours than the fate of 'some prissy runaway.' Your younger siblings, on the other hand, can't seem to get enough information out of you. They had already assumed he has ownership of a castle and are more than anxious to be adopted into knighthood.

Night falls, but before dinner you decide to take a short walk to get some air. There is really only one thing on your mind…