A/N: the picture above is how women in the 17th century dressed like, this will help you for reference.
Winter groans and spreads her legs on her bed, but they dangle on the side of the bed.
Since when did her bed become small? she thought. Ignoring that, she snuggled on her pillow but only to find it hard instead of soft.
Okay, this is weird! she thought. Still a bit lazy, she decided to stop complaining and sleep.
Until someone barge into her door, "Winter!"
The voice was laced with annoyance, sounded brash and had a deep British accent to it,
"Get up and get some things in the market."
Wearily, Winter got up rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
She trained her eyes on the woman in front of her. Surely that was not her mother,
This woman had dirty blonde hair and wore a long greyish blue dress an apron tied on her waist and she wore a cloth bonnet on her hair.
Yes she did look like her mother, but this woman looked a bit too skinny and strict. Like she suffered from World hunger. If that was a disease, Winter thought.
Again, her mother did not have a British accent. They came from Florida, Miami
"Er, do I know you?" Winter asked.
Her eyes where wide when she noticed the woman was holding a knife...
"Who do you think I am to you? a flying cat? If you don't get up from that bed I swear to the King I'll cut off your neck and serve it for dinner!"
That alone got Winter alarmed.
"Uh, miss." She said. "What century are we?"
She gestured to her awful dress. Maybe her mom was doing a costume party.
"How am I suppose to know that?" She sneered. "Get cleaned like a normal girl would, go to the market and buy me some things! we are already running late!
"But I don't know you!" She muttered. The woman shot her a dangerous glare and Winter remained quiet and as he passed by the woman, she was about to smack her but she missed in time. Having found the bathing room she bathed quickly, but goosebumps filled her body because of how unkept it was.
The way the woman dressed. The environment, The accent. It reminded her of the 17th century, she remembered her history teacher showed her and the class the lifestyle of the people in 17th century. Then it all clicked. She was in a different time line.
But how? Just yesterday she was eating pizza with her mom, now she was in the 17th century?
"Okay guys" she muttered nervously, "stop playing around! This is not funny! This is not funny..." Winter burst into tears
"Winter!" The woman who was supposedly her mother yelled.
She entered the room, "why haven't you changed?" She yelled. Until she noticed that she was crying.
Taking a seat by her, Winter wept in her arms,
"What's wrong dear?" Her mother asked in a softer tone.
"I—I—" Winter contemplated on telling her the truth. She couldn't risk it. The probability of her mother calling her a witch or a Mad girl was high. After all this was the 17th century. And she couldn't afford that. She had to somehow find out what happened to her and possibly go back to where she actually belonged.
"My head hurts." She lied.
Her mother sighed, "Don't worry dearly, it'll go. Hopefully, why don't you go to the market get some cabbage, onions and tomatoes and stop by the baker's shop and get the cheapest cake you can find."
She added, "It's treat. You helped me a lot during this week you deserve it." Her mother smiled,
You don't understand! I'm not suppose to be here! This is not my era!
She bit her lip from saying that, "thanks."
Winter changed into a blue dress and wore an apron on top of it. She tied a Neckchief around her neck.
Her mother handed her a small bag of coins with a basket. "Don't be long!" She called.
Unsure of where to go, she followed two women who held baskets till they stopped at a busy place with people selling at every corner of the street some, selling food stuff in wooden tents.
"How the hell am I suppose to find stuff here." She muttered
She walked into the crowd as everyone was squishing her.
She stopped at a stall, "what can I get you," a woman greeted.
"Uh,"
"Yes, love, go on" the woman said.
Winter bit her lip before saying in one breath, "Onions cabbage tomatoes."
"How many, love."
"Five each?" She answered unsure.
"You want five cabbages, five onions and five tomatoes?" The woman inquired.
"Uh, no. I meant one cabbage five onions and tomatoes" Winter corrected.
The woman shook her head in dismay, "Are you sure about that love?"
She bit her lip, "yes."
Winter's next top was the bakery.
Unsure of wear to go, she stood on her toes and tapped a man's shoulders, he was so tall.
And his shoulders were broad.
The man turned around and their eyes met.
Damn, he's hot. Was her first thought.
The man had blue eyes you could not miss, his angular face shape stood out very well and his nose was straight and pointed.
The man seemed to have dark brown hair that curled down his neck. since it was covered by a grey cloak, you couldn't really tell.
The hot guy seemed to have been hiding, from his mysterious form.
And for a moment Winter could not talk, neither could he. But she cleared her throat, "do you know where the bakery is?"
"I do not know where it is." The man's voice was thick and deep.
"Oh." She cleared her voice. "Oh okay."
"Well—" the hot guy begun.
Men who where dressed in uniformed attire had approached the market in with horses. Everyone had separated away from them.
"Who are they?" Winter asked the hot guy.
"They are the royal guards." He responded.
Fear and anger resonating in his eyes
"Oh." She said, "what the hell do they want?"
Her eyes widened. Shit. The hot guy looked at her in shock amusement.
One of the guards got down from the horse and begun to announce from a scroll.
Why the hell can't you memorize it?, Oh right
It's the 17th century!
"The Prince has disappeared. Anyone who has seen him or finds him shall be rewarded by the king himself."
Gaps where held and some giggles of excitement.
"Prince?" Winter asked.
The hot guy's eyes where set on the guards, his jaw was clenched.
Goodness, he's is so hot! She thought.
"Uh, sir" she poked him.
"My apologies," His eyes where set on her now.
"What the hell was that about?" She asked.
"The Prince is missing." He says.
Winter snorted, "Prince. Yeah right."
"There is a Prince. All kingdoms have Princes and princesses. And I hear he is handsome." He said, humour dripping in his words.
Playfully she rolls her eyes, "Handsome my ass."
The hot guy bursted in laughter.
Then one of the guard's head—the one who previously gave the announcement— snapped to their direction. The guy reminded winter of an owl, the way his head moved. Scanning the market.
"The prince is here." He says. "Find him!"
Fear runs in the hot guy's face.
"What's going on?" She asked.
"Let's go to the bakery." The hot guy suddenly says and grabs her hand and drags her from the crowd.
"Wait. I thought you didn't know where the bakery was!" She yelled.
"Well, I lied." He states.
"You can't lie like that!"
They zipped through the crowd passing corners like a maze.
"How do you suppose I lie then?" He inquires.
"Well, first of, I was being treated with a cake!" Winter begun to list, "second, which hot guy lies in this century?"
They, passed a corner down the street.
Crap. She just admitted that he was hot.
"What do you inquiring?" He asks.
"Ignore the last part." She states. They stopped.
"We are here." He informs, they entered into the shop and and Winter quickly buys her cake.
"Here, you want some?" She asks.
"No, I'm not fond of sweets. Thank you."
Winter shrugs. And eats her cake.
"What's your name?" The hot guy asks.
"Uh, I don't know you." She states.
"So do I," he says.
"Um, Winter." She says.
"As in the season?" He inquires.
"Yes, is that a problem?" Winter asks, her words were dripping in sass.
He chuckles, "no it's a unique name."
"What about you?" She asks. "What's your name?"
"Prince Aiden." He says, realising his mistake.
Winter dropped her cake.
What?
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