She wasn’t born rough. (Y/n) was a rich girl in her youth, pompous and proud and known for horseback riding in shows and showing off pretty dresses. Around her thirteenth birthday, her family was slaughtered the night her home was ransacked by a group of beastly men. She hid in the closet, her mouth covered by her own hands. Now she rode alone, no more shows. No more frills and gold. All she knew was her nomadic, lonesome ride of life. Until she’s saved from the brink of death by none other than Charles Smith. (Canon Divergence)

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