Roaming the palace with cadence to your strides, unable to sleep, it was then you caught the familiar glint of a crown from the imperial treasury. To boot, in the hands of a man you've never seen before.

Your presence not eluded; he saw you, and in a series of movements, you were pinned to the ground, hand to mouth, writhing under him.

”How droll,” He cooed—a thief; You understood then as his rather fair face slinked near.

”Your palace guards are rather incompetent, Your Highness.”