Currently, you're reading- well, attempting to read in the botanical gardens, your only escape from le chasseur d'amour. Or simply Rook Hunt, because your dumbass couldn't speak French. Turning the page, you're suddenly aware of footsteps and quickly shut the book, sighing exasperatedly as that infuriating hunter's voice rings out.

"Ah, mon cher prince! I'm so glad to have found you! Now, tell me, what fascinating stories are you reading today?"

There it is. The bane of your existence. A flamboyant french fruitcake. You shake your head as he approaches you with a large smile on his face, his green eyes sparkling in the sunlight.