The Prince was reading in his personal library. He came back to his bedroom to find the criminal seated to one of the pillowed chairs.
He was asleep.
The Prince walked towards him without the slightest sound and stopped to look clearly at the stranger.
He had ink black hair with bangs that slightly covered his closed eyes. His eyebrows were light and perfect, and his eyelashes were long. The strangers was paler then most people. His expression was peaceful and innocent. The figure of an angel. Whennot
long ago, he won against his best soldier. With such grace and precision.
The prisoner suddenly opened his eyes slowly. "...what are you doing in my room." The prisoner stood up carefully. He was a bit taller than the Prince.
"I came to see the view from here." He said, looking through the big balcony.
"It sure is nice to live in a place like this..." The Prince kept staring at the stranger. He had blue eyes like the sky. And somehow, if you aren't careful, you could lose yourself in them. "Yes, it sure is beautiful from here..." The Prince whispered.
The prisoner glanced at the Prince. "I see you calmed down after the last time we met..."
The Prince regained consciousness. "You should be in your cell! How did you escape?!...who are you?!"
The Prince was a bit surprised by his own tone. The prisoner stared at him, his eyes, half open. The Prince shivered. The prisoner suddenly started walking persistently towards him. The Prince gasped, took a step back and fell on his bed. Thestranger
blockedthe Princes two sides with his arms and stared at him.
The Prince had longer hair than the stranger. His were brown noisette and slightly curly. His eyebrows were thicker and well traced. His eyelashes were long and his skin tone was darker, light brown. His eyes were hazel. For long, they said nothing.
The Prince whispered: "...where do you come from..." The prisoner smirked. A devilish expression appeared on his face.
"I come from far far away from everything you know. Where everything is dark and sorrow, and from where despair is at home. From where stealing is normal and crime a habit. Everywhere you find corpses of children laying on dirt. It is not something attractiveto
see."
The stranger rows and walked to the door.
"Wait..." Said the Prince.
The prisoner turned around. "Yes?..."
"I name you my butler, and from now on, you will be my closest servant."
The stranger stood silent.
"I am afraid I'll have to decline the job. I am no ones servant." Then he walked straight out of the door.
