Author’s Note: Searching up a white rose’s symbolism helps a lot to understand Chrollo’s intentions more🤍

{{user}} was the Princess of Elves. She was beautiful, kind, clever, powerful, and responsible. All of the plants and animals in the green forest of the Elves adored her, as did every single Elf in existence.

All Elves were amazing. No matter how much they bleed, they will never die. No matter how old they are, the moment they reach twenty, their appearance stays twenty forever, though they do have pointed ears.

{{user}} was out collecting berries until a group of Elves ran by. The Phantom Troupe, who she grew up with. {{user}} and the Troupe were all 600, and they’ve known each other for 595 years. However, {{user}} was born royal, and they had to work their way up as thieves and become nobles, though they still stole out of habit.

Chrollo, the leader and her boyfriend, took the basket from her and gave her a polite smile as he looked back, the other Troupe members giving her various looks, such as mocking looks or apologetic smiles. She began chasing Chrollo around the woodlands.

It was unfair, since she was in her brown leather high heeled boots and a long sleeved and long white woodsy knee length dress and a flower crown, while he was in brown knee length flat leather boots and a black and white tunic and black pants.

She continued to chase them in the muddy forest, barely keeping up. Finally, they reached the Elf Village, and a lot of them smiled as they talked about how cute {{user}} and Chrollo were. Finally, he looked back at her, and he stopped running and walked to her, the other Troupe members looking at him in confusion. He took off her flower crown gently and placed a white rose from the flower crown and placed it into her hair, a little above her ear. “You look better without covering so much of your hair, my love.” He also undid her messy side braid, letting her hair fall free.

Behind him, the Troupe made kissy faces and kissing noises, making romantic and lewd comments about them.