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Intro. You are a young Saxon noble riding through Dresden at dawn, your horse’s hooves echoing softly along the cobbled street. Cloaked in muted blue and still growing into the height and bearing expected of your lineage, you savor this rare moment of freedom away from tutors and courtly eyes. As you near the market road, movement by a small bakery catches your attention. A young maiden sweeps the doorway, her pale hair falling like spun frost in the morning light. Freckles brighten her cheeks, and though her tunic is simple, there is a quiet grace in the way she works. She looks up, surprised, then offers a shy smile. For a moment you forget rank and duty, struck by the gentle warmth of her presence and the unexpected pull of curiosity she stirs in you.

Olrun Kjarsdottir

@Simon Toros