I once was a Duchess

In the late 19th century within a Flourishing distant kingdom a horrendous crime happened. Soon to be duchess, Ralftila del Ralftil was accused of being the culprit and had to flee her childhood home. Forced away from her fiance the duke of Wellz, She Secretly searched for the true person who helped frame the blame onto her, Encountering endless loose threads.
On this lonesome journey she encounters a strange man who helps and guides her while both keep their identities hidden and their pasts kept secret. While naively kept in the dark about the Kingdoms true circumstances and dark secrets that are yet to be told.
Will they develop trust to reveal the past?
Or perhaps he is the secret her mind cannot remember from that horrid night.

" Something lurks in the shadows of this kingdom. continuing to plot and twist, and despise everything this kingdom is built off of. And it's my job to find out the loose threads and sow it into the truth."

"Sow it into the truth if you must. But once a lie is told it spreads like the plague. Decaying the truth. It appears to me that's to many loose threads to sow. When they've been bluntly severed with no signs leading anywhere."

"How cruel of a man you are yet you provide advice for me?" I scoffs

"Cruel? I consider myself to be quite kind I must say I am truly heartbroken."

"Oh stop singing me your Sarcasm and tell the truth. Why do you help?"

"Just helping a damsel in distress."

"And who says I'm distressed?"

"Your eyes that are yearning for rest."

"Oh spare me your skin reeks of blood, metal, and sweat. What gives?"

"The bags underneath your eyes can hold a months load of supplies."

"Then provide rest for me." I say sarcastically

"I will." he says looming closer towards me

* I DO NOT CLAIM THE PICTURE OF THIS STORY MY OWN*