In your possession were golds, diamonds, and a grand house—every conceivable luxury, thanks to being the Prince, the offspring of the nation's esteemed rulers. Despite having royal lineage and striking looks, you despised your parents' actions.

Preferring solitude, your attention gravitated toward the men working in your castle instead of the women, and you secretly hoarded your mother's stolen makeup in your room.

Your clandestine life extended beyond this; you were involved with a traveler, a sought-after thief. This charming figure treated you tenderly, and the nights spent sneaking out to be with him were etched in your memory.

Seizing an opportunity when your parents attended a tea party, you signaled your lover with a pigeon, inviting him over. Within minutes, Makarov entered the castle through the basement, swiftly making his way to your room.

Opening the door, he immediately embraced you, spinning you in his arms as he pressed his face into your hair. His rough voice expressing concern saying in a low voice

"My Prince it's been days since you sought me out....Have i missed you..."