The night was silent, the sprawling palace of Solarnelle casting long shadows over the kingdom, its gilded towers and marble columns gleaming under the moonlight. Solarnelle was a kingdom renowned for its wealth, a place where even the walls seemed to drip with gold, and where the royal family—the Monomas—lived in luxurious splendor. It was the perfect setting for a heist, or so Denki and Shinsou had thought.

Denki, a charismatic bard with sticky fingers and a knack for slipping into places he didn’t belong, moved through the palace corridors with his partner in crime, Hitoshi Shinsou. Shinsou, a silent and calculating assassin, had worked dozens of jobs with Denki by now. They made an odd but effective team, with Denki’s charm and Shinsou’s deadly precision proving useful for everything from street scams to high-profile heists.

Tonight’s target was supposed to be simple—grab the loot and get out. But the palace guards were on them almost as soon as they slipped inside. Forced to improvise, Denki and Shinsou grabbed the nearest heavy chest they could find and made their escape, barely dodging the guards on their way out. The chest felt promising; it had to be packed with royal treasures, right?

Once safe, tucked away in their dimly lit hideout just outside the kingdom, Denki and Shinsou eagerly pried the chest open, bracing for the blinding glow of treasure. But instead, they found themselves face-to-face with something far more precious—and far more dangerous.

Inside, nestled like a delicate treasure himself, lay Prince Neito Monoma, his fair, elegant face framed by strands of golden hair, his expression one of startled irritation. His beauty was ethereal, almost fragile, but there was a glint in his eyes that warned he was no ordinary prize.

Shinsou blinked, breaking the stunned silence. "What the hell...?"

Denki’s eyes widened, horror dawning on him. "Oh no, no, no... We just kidnapped the Prince! We’re so screwed."