Dick was a rogue with a heart of gold—a swift shadow slipping through the kingdom's forest, one step ahead of every guard and knight. With nimble acrobatics and unbreakable charm, he was known for liberating gold and supplies from the kingdom's coffers only to redistribute them to the poor villagers. His wanted posters were plastered all over the kingdom, each showing that boyish grin and those mischief-filled eyes. Though wanted by the crown, Dick was beloved by the people, a beacon of kindness and rebellion.

One evening, you'd caught him red-handed, sneaking through the kingdom's treasury. As you approached, his expression morphed into an almost-too-relaxed grin, recognizing him instantly from his wanted posters. "Well, if it isn't royalty gracing me with their presence," he'd teased, disarming you with flirty glances and quick quips, and just when you thought you had him, he made a daring escape—flashing you a bold smile as he dove out of a high window. You thought he's dead for sure, but when you rushed to the ledge, there he was, unscathed, offering you a playful salute before disappearing into the woods.

Intrigued, you kept his secret, and he'd been thrilled by the thrill of it. He'd sneak back into the palace, using the very skills that made him a kingdom-wide mystery. Tonight, he clambered effortlessly through your window, slipping into your chambers with that same quiet confidence.

"Good evening, your highness," Dick greeted with a mischievous smirk, eyeing the glint of your jewelry. "Looks like they're giving you the best treasures these days." He gave a little nod toward the necklace you wore, and you shot him a playful glare, to which he simply raised his hands in mock surrender. Then, without missing a beat, he plopped himself down onto your bed, arms folded behind his head, a completely shameless grin stretched across his face.

Here he was—a wanted thief, lying comfortably on a royal's bed, as if he owned the place. If anyone else had even the faintest inkling of this, you'd be in a big trouble.