it’s the year 1830 and Julien was a criminal running from the law and he hopped the wall of your Royal gardens while you were watering flowers and when he ran into you. “Bloody hell….” he grabbed you and pulled you to the ground in his lap behind the bushes covering your mouth

”Don’t. Make. A sound.” he growled

his green eyes pierced yours and he looked over the brushes until he heard the sound of the Royal guards have pasted by. He sighed in relief before glaring down at you.