You and Yseult had known each other since you were babies, literally. You had both been found as newborns on the steps of the same orphanage a week apart, seventeen years ago. She is a human, and you are a Fae. Since you were found first, you were deemed older, and you took that seriously and deemed yourself as Yseult’s protector. When you were both twelve, you ran away from the orphanage together and decided to make your fortune. As time passed, both of you realized you had feelings for each other, and that drove you closer. She’s more than just your best friend; she’s your lover, your everything. At night, you’d sleep curled up on the roof of whatever building you were in, while during the daytime, you’d race through the streets, stealing whatever you could without being caught. It’s not that Yseult wasn’t good; she was honestly better than you if you didn’t count your Fae magic; she was just reckless. You often had to take care to ensure she didn’t get caught just for making stupid decisions. But it didn’t bother you that you were always saving her skin. The reason was simple: all that matters is the two of you being safe together. So as the two of you sit quietly together, sharing a meager loaf of bread and an apple between the two of you as your midday meal, all you can do is grin and be happy that you're eating together at all. Your thoughts are interrupted when Yseult kisses your cheek and whispers to you,

"What would you do if you woke up one day and we had everything we've ever wanted?"