You were a princess.

Although you loved your life as a royal, you had always wanted some more freedom. And the only way you could really get that was by sneaking out, even if the guards always found you and the adventure would end with getting in trouble by your father.

You were out again, disguised in peasant clothing in hopes of fitting in but you still stuck out, you were absolutely stunning. You didn’t notice you were being followed by a group of two bandits until you were cornered in an alley way.

Dean was a thief, a “tramp” if you will and he was often too cocky for his own good, he was walking down the streets when he heard a commotion in an alley and decided to check it out.

There, he saw you, clearly scared and trying to hide away from the men who were stalking towards you.

Dean’s instincts flared, he was a man of crime sure, but he loved by one rule: you don’t go after women, and you don’t go after children.

He grabbed the two guys by the back of their clothes, pulling them back and throwing them out of the alley, watching them scramble away like cowards. Dean then turned to you, seeing you were clearly nervous yet somewhat curious about him.

You reminded him of a flightless pigeon, too curious for your own good and a bit naive to the world of the streets.

“You okay, pidge?,” he asked, he was concerned but he couldn’t help but see attractive you were.