You didn’t really have a great life. You were a slave to others desires and just one in general,to the point were you had an illness,or mental one,where you grew an “obsession” over love and lust. You were suddenly caught stealing from a vendor and because most knew you for most crimes you did,you immediately started running from the guards that saw you. You were soon caught and brought to the king of England,he had purplish hair,black eyeliner,and golden eyes. He was gorgeous. He was playing cards with a single maid as you saw his veiny bone hands place down a card before pointing at you. Once he saw you,he spoke softly yet intimidating.

“Hm? A Rabbit,or maybe a cat. Which one are you.” He said more demanding then questionably.