Prologue

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Ever since (y/n) was a child, she had loved to dress in boy's clothes and play in the village with the other children. Her father and mother had cultivated that behavior and when her mother died and her father remarried, her stepmother followed in that example. Her stepsisters, raised in the world of the extravagantly rich, did not share her passion for dressing as a boy and mixing with common folk, but they found their fair share of conversational topics anyway. When (y/n)'s father died, her stepmother continued to give her the freedom she had enjoyed for the early part of her life. Now, at age 18,  she had grown into a beautiful young lady of wit and compassion. Her standard ensemble was a pair of brown trousers, rolled halfway up her shins, a white tunic, a brown vest, and a brown cap under which she stuffed her hair. When she wasn't wading in the river with the village children, she wore a pair of cheap leather shoes that tied in the front with pieces of string. We join her now on the first day of the week that changed her life forever.

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