Hey guys, It's Pluto! So this is the beginning of my new fanfic of Outlaws of Love. I won't be updating this until a couple weeks or so. I just wanted to get the prologue up.

This is my first story. WOOT c:

I do not own DN.

The young seventeen year old sat by his father and watched the peasants as they bowed and presented the King their monthly offerings. He surveyed the little girl, dirty from the early morning chores, as she bowed down on her knees and pushed a wooden basket full of bread to the guard that accepted the offering for the King. How he pitied the lower class. He hated offerings and he hated how everyone coward in fear or winced just from hearing the name of the royal family.

"Mail, do not pout. Princes so not sulk. Sit up straight!" a woman with red locks down to her waist and green orbs just like his own, scolded the prince.

"Yes, mother." He said to the queen and his mother.

He sat up, straightened his back from his slouch and put an emotionless gaze above the peasants. He wasn't supposed to look at the lower villagers, but his eyes betrayed him. He scanned threw the crowd, looking at the families huddled together in the crowded line. He often wondered what if would be like to live with the normal villagers. When he was young, he acted like the normals around his Nanny. She would act like she was his mother, the Queen, and he would bring his toys to her for the offering. He had a weird taste of fun, but considering that his Nanny was the only person he could play with and that he was sheltered in his room, he found interest in the littlest things.

His gazed locked on the next person that presented his offering. He wore all black, and his hair was a very bright blonde and hovering above his shoulders. He presented the King a covered up basket. When he thought no one was looking, he glared at the prince's father, but when he saw that the prince's eyes were on him, he bowed his head and waited for him to be excused.

After the offerings, Mail was tired, hungry, and bored. He wanted to go back to his room and talk to his Nanny. Even though she was getting in her late fifties, she was still very energetic. They would play games like hide and seek. Yes, childish games that his mother didn't really approve of but she didn't stop them.

Even though he was seventeen years old, he still liked to play children's games. He blamed it on his sheltered childhood.

"Mail, dinner will be ready soon. The servants will bring it up to your room when it's ready. Your father and I are very busy so we are not going to be eating as a family." Cecily Jeevas, the prince's mother, informed him when he was walking up the steps to his room.

"Yes, mother." Mail bowed to his mother and proceeded to climb the staircase. His room was on the fourth floor of the fortress so he has a ways to go.

When he reached his room, he collapsed on his bed and sighed. Offerings always reflected his mind about the lower class people. He wondered what it was like to be dirty and not be disciplined by his mother. He wondered what it was like being a close family that helped each other with chores. He wondered what it was like to have friends.

"Mail, what are you thinking about?" Nora, his only friend and Nanny from his childhood asked. She was now a servant for him.

"Just thinking about the lower class," Mail sighed "What was it like for you?"

"It was hard for me to see my family struggle through the tough times when we didn't have any money." She walked over to the prince and sat down beside him on his bed. "I honestly think that you wouldn't make it in the real world Mail. You haven't even ever made your own bed."

"I could easily figure it out." The prince growled.

"Mail, honey, you will never be a normal person. You were born into the royal family. That's a blessing."

"It's not a blessing, it's a damn curse." Mail turned onto his stomach and huffed. "I want to get out of here so bad. I want a real family."

"You would have to deal with all the economic problems, murderers, chores, and many other tasks that you have never dealt with. It's a cruel world out there." Nora stroked Mails red hair while she explained. "Many people wish that they were in your place."

"And many people hate us."

"It's because they are jealous."

"I don't want people to be jealous of me!" Mail shot up and started pacing in front of Nora. "I don't want people hating me because they expect me to be like my father. I am nothing like that Man but my grand-father and my father are the crudest people to walk on the planet!"

"Mail, calm down. Once you are crowned King, you will show people that you want to help them. Prince Mail, you have the kindest heart in all of the land. I can see that and everyone else will. You haven't gotten to utter a word to the lower class so they don't know the real you." Nora smiled at the prince.

"But Nora, I don't want to be King." Mail whimpered.

Nora gaped at him, obviously surprised. Mail had never told anyone this. He was expected to be King without any thought of it. When he was in his mother's womb, he was destined to be King.

"I am going to find a way to get out of this place." He whispered. "I fairly hate it here."

"Mail, even if you wanted to leave, the guards would never let you leave." Nora stood up by him and hugged him. "But I will try my hardest to make your wish come true."

Mail smiled at his friend and wrapped his arms around her torso.

"Thank you Nora."