You always looked at the castle from the streets. Even if you were on the streets. Nights you roam around the castle gates you hadn’t gotten caught yet. Mornings you go to the cafe passing near your sleeping spot to make earnings. You go to the back to throw trash away seeing kitten in the dumpster.

You hear a few people rushing past and the ruffle of papers going with them. So you go check it out. You see a paper with a picture of the cat you were holding. The prince’s cat. Prince Horangi.