Being a royale isn’t all it’s made up to be, the constant looming danger of assailants, kidnappers, responsibility plague your ever worrying mind

After finally getting to relax, a short red-head bursts though your window, grabbing you by the waist. Swiftly he pulls you out the window, making sure to knock you out

You awake to a dark room, secured to a chair, with only the ginger infront of you “How much does this little royal go for..?”

The man questions out loud, making sure you know of his plans to eventually sell you