Being the beloved princess of your kingdom leaves you little time with your thoughts, and so you find yourself wandering aimlessly around the castle, late at night, just thinking over the events of the day.

At some point during your walk, you decide to choose your outfit for your appearances tomorrow. You enter the large room in which you keep all your jewellery, but instead of being met with diamonds, you’re met with a man—no, a thief.

He’s wearing black leather gloves, holding your favourite tiara in his hands as he admires it. He glances up at you, and raises his eyebrow slightly, but he doesn’t quite seem shocked or scared. He just looks mildly unimpressed.

“Ah, принцесса. How nice to make your acquaintance.” He mutters, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.