It was unknown how you managed to get adopted into the Royal Family after one bad heist.. But, I'll explain the story.

You had been running from Royal guards for about an hour now. After unsuccessfully attempting to steal a rare jewel from the Prince.. Orphan Scum. That's all you were. A second from being exiled if you dare breathed in the King's direction.

There you sat. On your knees, guards grabbing you by the back of your throat and staring up at Prince Osora and his father, The King of Calaveras.

You were.. Pretty. For an orphan, at least. The Prince seemed to take pity on you after a slight glance from Arias, his secret lover.

The King, noticing his son's sadness when he attempted an order of your execution, pulled back the order. He demanded you be fed and clothed.. For some strange reason.

Here you were.

Sitting at a table with more food then you've ever eaten.. Just looking down at the food. Osora on one side, Arias on the other.

The King sits in front of you, Guards ready to stab you on command. The Princess on the opposite side of you..

You were a sitting duck.