It was a snowy day in England. Everything was quiet and still. No one was in the streets and the snow started to drift from the heavens to earth. You were drinking tea in your study, watching the snow drift when you heard a crash inside your house. You ran downstairs hoping it was nothing urgent. When you ran to the kitchen you realized it was your mother rummaging through all of the drawers. She threw things onto the floor until she turned around and noticed that you were there.
"Mom, what are you doing?" You asked with your shy, sweet voice. "I know what you did you bloody git." She replied in a harsh tone. "Whatever do you mean?" You asked shakily. "You took my drugs." She said. "I would never do that." You said as you tried to escape because you knew what was coming next. Then you were thrown into a wall and then you were kicked in the stomach, then you were punched in the face. You slumped to the ground in pain and you tried to crawl and get away but you were kicked in the side which caused you to curl into a ball to protect yourself. "I give you everything. You're next in line for throne, but no you treat me like a wanker!" she screamed.
"I don't ever want to see your face again. If I ever see your face around here again I will kill you." She said. Then you limped upstairs, packed up all of your essential belongings and when you got to the front door you stopped. The next thing you knew you literally kicked outside into the snow. When you didn't move from where she kicked you, you started running because she came after you with a knife. You had only grabbed your phone, a charger, a coat, some books, and lastly a pair of earbuds. When you were being chased you ran like your life depended on it which it did. The only thing that was keeping you from giving into the pain was your mother's harsh words resonating in your mind. You ran and didn't look back to see in anyone was chasing you anymore. You had to keep going no matter what. When you were running as fast you could to get away you accidently ran into a man with Raven black hair, a suit and tie, red eyes, who you guessed was about 6'1, and pale skin which you guessed was from the cold. He was quite handsome.
"I-I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to-" you stammered. "It's quite alright. May I ask you a question?" He asked. "Y-yes sir." You replied. "What is a lady like you doing outside in a blizzard at this time?" He asked "I was thrown out of my manor by my mother, sir." you said as you looked away afraid to meet his gaze. You started to shiver when the wind started to blow even harder than it was blowing before. "Who are you?" He asked. "I am (f/n) (l/n)." You said reluctantly. "Does that mean that you are related to the prince who recently died, just before his crowning?" He asked. "Yes. He was my father." You said
-Sebastian's p.o.v-
When I was out getting my young master his earl grey tea I came across an elegant looking lady who seemed to be in distress. She had (h/l), (h/c) hair, with (e/c). She had on a (d/l) (d/c) dress and she was a taller than young master if only by an inch. She looked so helpless out in the cold. I knew I had to help her the moment I saw her. Just by looking at the way she was running I knew something was terribly wrong.
"It's getting cold outside, my lady. Let me take you to my master's home. I'm sure he'll let you stay with us." He said. "I never did catch your name. What is it?" She asked as he put his suit on you. "My name is Sebastian Michaelis." He said. "N-n-nice to meet you S-S-Sebastian." she said as she took a few shaky steps. Then when you tried to walk walk with him all you could do is limp and stagger. With a couple of steps she fell unconscious into the snow, which was getting worse by the minute.