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LONDINIUM was not a kind city. Despite the bustling port and numerous merchants that lined market streets and bridges, the people were suffering. Since Vortigern had ascended to the throne of Camelot, a shadow had fallen over the land. People walked the streets in quiet fear, always keeping their head down when one of the king's men passed them by, never once mentioning the late King Uther or his family.

Londinium was not a kind city. Especially to orphaned children. Some were sent to the North as labor, others employed by unsavory characters for their ability to go unnoticed. Though, on rare occasions, there would be someone willing to open up their home and life to care for a lone and frightened child.

Londinium was not a kind city. Though it happened by chance that within the same week an orphaned boy floated down the river in a boat covered by furs and a young orphaned girl came running down the streets with torn clothes and bloody feet. And each of them was given a chance to flourish.