A/N: I have always been curious as to her she met Thierry in her past lives. This was originally meant as an extremely short one-shot but I have thought about continuing it into a full-length story. So tell me, continue or keep? Thank you so much for reading!
Letting out a sigh Hannah Snow lays onto her bed. Keller had nearly died fighting no more than a few hours before, but it felt like a lifetime ago. Hannah had been frantic, sending every healer to her aid. The idea of losing such an amazing fighter and friend was out of the question. Hannah closes her eyes, hoping for a pleasant dream, they were getting rarer as the days went by. She sees herself, hundreds of copies. All with a different story, different life, yet similar death. This was her first lifetime of breaking the cycle, living past seventeen. She walks past her former selves, curious to the life behind them all. One in particular stands out, a copy in a satin blue dress. Her face shows elegance, power, yet kindness. They touch and Hannah is sent down a spiral memories. Until she lands in one in particular.
The putrid smell of rotting fish and excrement combine and fill Hanalise's nostrils. The smell was nothing to being trapped inside. Everyday forced to act like a lady, to become indifferent and uncaring. Sneaking into the town is her only solace. Keeping her hooded head down, she makes her way through the crowd. People shout on all sides, bragging about their products. In a week she would turn seventeen and the possibility of looking at dresses without the pressure of guards or handmaids was simply too good a chance. Just beyond the teeming crowd she finds a small shop. Not elegant by her father's standards but she had always loved the townspeople's elegance more than that of the royal family. Inside is a man, not much older than her. He turns to her mouth agape. She ducks her head, worried he may have recognized her. His face is familiar, and she feels some past memory tugging at her before it becomes lost. She turns away to the other side, pretending to take interest in a satin blue dress with single bow on the front. Lovely, she thinks, perhaps I could be allowed this one. The stranger approaches her with trepidation, "May I be so bold as to introduce myself?" She nods her head, too intimidated to speak. "My name is Thierry, we need to talk."