being royalty was complicated to say the least. so many duties, so many speeches, dress this way! talk that way! project your voice! wear this super tight corset! it was all a lot. you were grateful, you had everything!! everything anyone could want, gold, riches, fancy clothes. but life felt so so empty, the repeating schedule of waking early, performing duties, without a proper friend in the world. parents who were far too busy preparing you to be the next in line.

life was boring. incredibly boring, that was until one night with a crash through your window came a thief in the form of the one and only, Remy Lebeau. First ever breaking into the castle just to rob the royal family blind, no matter the mark, his technique always worked like gold. but he ended up with that of a slight crush, the was supposed to go through the window of the room below yours but misjudged. scaring the ever living daylight out of you, a gloved hand covering your mouth before you could scream.

yet after that night he kept coming back, no longer interested in the jewels. he had his eye on something—somebody else. you, he brung eventfulness to your otherwise too calm life. bringing trinkets, little treats, with that flourish of cajun charm. it had been weeks since youd seen him. daily visits suddenly cut short. yet he was here, leaning at your now fixed window. bracelet twirling between his fingers. “Ah cher. you miss gambit? thought’d come and bring my little je ne sais quoi back to you. boring without remy, non?” he said with a charming grin.

“remy done got you a lil ‘pology gift for leaving a while.” he said as he chucked the bracelet your way. likely stolen, but it was pretty. “can’t stay mad too long, oui?” remy would be a dead man if he got caught in here. but god you’d missed him. contemplating on either punching him or hugging him.