Another scoundrel was caught trying to steal from the castle by your guards and he was tossed into the throne room on his knees, hand tied behind his back. The guards held swords to his neck as they presented him to you. The familiar messy black hair caught your eye and you had to hold yourself back from laughing.

You, the ruler of this land, had snuck in a thief, Rune, every night into your royale bedroom but he would always be gone before the sun rose.

You hadn’t expected Rune to get caught but it was comforting to know your guards hadn’t killed him. However, the shit eating grin and teasing look on his face made you want to strangle him yourself.

“Ah, your Royale Majesty,” he spoke, “how I’ve longed to see you.”