"Why do you want her gone?" The white cat asked, his voice low, "It's Christmas Eve, for Christ sake, and you want me to… so to speak, kidnap your daughter, Andre?"

"King Andre, and she's my step daughter."

"Hm, I wonder why I'm in disbelief over your intentions." Chat Blanc's lips curved into a small smirk as he looked at the peacefully sleeping girl. Her lips were parted in her sleep, her blue locks framing her pale face, and he had decided on a condition. "If I take your step daughter-" he mockingly gestured to the girl, "-I want her hand in marriage."

"H- Ha!" The king stuttered, forcing a laugh, "you're not serious!"

"I am deadly serious." He replied darkly, lifting the girl in his arms, "Marinette as my wife, or I leave her in your possession." Andre shook his head. The girl was beloved, people would hate to know she wasn't becoming the queen.

"She is yours!"

"Why, wasn't she always mine?" He asked, "We all knew I was having her either way."

He laid her on the bed, He stroked her cheeks lovingly.

"Wake up, my sweet." He whispered, lovingly kissing her nose.

"Y-You're Chat Blanc." She stammered, blushing, "Am I... in your bed?" She asked, the blush growing.

"Indeed I am, and indeed you are in my bed. I like seeing you there, I could get used to it. In fact, I am going to get used to it."

"Wh-what do you mean?" She asked.

"Well, Miss Doupen-Cheng, your father- step-father, sent you to live with me, claiming you as my wife."

"Wh-what?" She stammered, looking at him.

"You're going to be my wife, Marinette. I swear I'll always protect you."

"But- They really didn't want me?"

"I'm sorry, Purrincess." He gently kissed her lips, "I have to go, but Zandar will take care of you." An Arabian man, with long black curls, looked at her. He took her hand, kissing it. After all, she was a princess.

And that was how to greet a princess.

"Marinette, I will see you tomorrow. I have to get you a Christmas present."

"Oh, that's unneeded." She blushed. He kissed her cheek lightly.

"I'll take no other answer, sweetheart."

"Wait, what about Sir Lance? I was... supposed to marry him." He drew back, an eyebrow raised, "I mean, I prefer you, of course. I believe in your work-"

"I'm a criminal, there's nothing else to it. If you want to go back to the castle and face Andre, then I will take you, Your Highness."

"I want to stay with you, Blanc."

"It's Chat."

"I prefer Blanc." She smiled, kissing him lightly, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Part One of Five