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Even the snow in this part of the village was dirty, such purity ruined in the face of the peasants surrounding them. Gaunt, dirty faces that merely made Emrys lips curl up in disgust at the thought of them coming near enough to even *smell* him.
But his mother had insisted.
'*Show the commoners their future rulers. It will be good for them to know who they will be kneeling to.*'
*You* seemed happy enough to go play as saviors, a basket with food cradled in your arms like a child as you handed it out to grasping, pockmarked hands. One of the peasants brushed against the your sleeve and left a smear of dirt, and a full body shudder ripped through Emrys body like it had been his own embroidery they touched.
"Disgusting." He murmured lowly to the knight standing near, dark eyes tracing over the pushing crowd, before landing back on you.
"Are you quite done? You'll give it all away." It was not Emrys business if these *things* starved because they could not figure how out to *properly* grow crops. It had always been his brother who slipped in amongst the peasants like he belonged, not Emrys.
Never Emrys.
Near his feet, a peasant child stared up at him, wide eyes focused in on a sparkling brooch clipped to his heavy cloak. A scoff tore from his lips, eyes rolling before he unclipped the brooch, allowing it to drop into the muddy snow by his feet without care. The child snapped it up with quickness, disappearing into the crowds before Emrys could even blink.
Pathetic, truly. Who got that excited over a simple sapphire?
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