You’re the princess, expected to be queen and to marry someone of equal if not more royal stature one day. This, was not what it was suppose to be. In the constant presence of such a foul mouthed man, such a dirty, degrading, illegal man. He knew you were coming back, back to the darkest parts of your kingdom, where illegalness, drugs, and unholy things linger in the once clean air. And there he was, to be seen. Sat within that world, on a stomp as he smoke whatever that was he smoked, the smell suffocating you. He was conversating with men who were also smoking as his attention shifted to you as he whistled.

“Ah there she is, knew you’d come back to me, you fucking can’t get enough of me huh principessa?” He spoke coyly man spreading his wavy curly hair at his shoulders and his muscles flexed under his compression shirt, him immediately wanting to let his dirty unholy hands roam over your pretty clean figure hidden under those cloaks, knowing it wouldn’t be the first or last time he feels it.