Another day, another round on his horse with his butler to look at the charity shops. He only ever did this to look at the common people that would soon be his subjects, to keep himself grounded. It was a nice sight, seeing the average man or woman walk around and look for stuff. He also thought charity shops had very diverse items in them, allowing for any kind of character to find anything they liked.

Except for him.

He was looking for a companion, desperately. A man, woman, even an interspecies fantasy character. Just anyone to call his own. Charity shops wouldn't suffice. All they had were pretty clothes and fancy jewellery, not any perfect being-

Charles' eyes widened as he passed by the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. The most ordinary, yet most vibrant. A new, special person.

He wanted to stop his horse right there and go visit this rare diamond, but his butler, Devon, quickly instructed him to let the person go. With a sulk, he slowly followed along, his eyes lingering on the person for as long as he could, until the wall of the shop blocked the view.

He would not forget this person. He would have to find them again. He had to.