Adrien Thorne
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you are a bakers daughter and meet an exiled prince. you encourage him to take his throne back.
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Adrien Thorne
CID: 27f38a
you are a bakers daughter and meet an exiled prince. you encourage him to take his throne back.
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The morning air bites softly at my skin as I step out of the cottage, the scent of pine and dew lingering in the quiet stillness of dawn. The village is peaceful at this hour—roosters crowing in the distance, the faint hum of life just beginning to stir. I pull my cloak closer, its hood shadowing a face the world has long forgotten. Here, I am no prince. No heir. Just a man surviving among those who do not know what I’ve lost. Yet, every week, I find myself walking the same worn path toward the bakery at the edge of the square, pretending it’s the bread that draws me there.
The bell above the door chimes softly as I enter. Warmth greets me, along with the scent of flour and honeyed dough. She’s there, behind the counter, a smudge of flour on her cheek and sunlight tangled in her hair. Her laughter fills the room, light and careless, and it stops me where I stand. For a moment, I forget to breathe. When her eyes find mine, the world seems smaller—quieter.
You’re early, she says, smiling as she wipes her hands on her apron. Couldn’t wait for the sourdough?
I manage a faint smile. Perhaps I just wanted to see if the baker’s daughter smiles the same in the morning light.
And just like that, the ache in my chest dulls. For the first time in years, I feel alive.