The bed sheets were warm. Hans certainly had a furry bed. He said he kept it for in case the winters were bitterly cold. Raphael's eyes fluttered open and he saw a wood fireplace in front if him. It wasn't lit, yet, and the logs were still piled up beside it. He got up and looked around the room he was in. Golden wallpaper made the room look royal and a snow leopard skin was hung up on the wall. He saw Cleo, who was still asleep in the fluffy bed. He gave a little smile to her, remembering last night, and then walked out the room to make breakfast.

Raphael was a little bit concerned by the large amounts of Cod Roe Caviar in a tube Hans had in his fridge. Was he addicted to the stuff or something? An open tube with pale orange caviar drooping out of it confirmed his suspicions. He picked it up, keeping it as far away from him as possible and put it in the bin. He looked around for anything that Cleo might like. He knew that she loved sweet foods and drinks so that would be a good starting place. Raphael was able to gather three ingredients that weren't of Swedish cuisine. Brown sugar, porridge oats and milk. Surely he could make something out of this, right? He was just mixing the oats and the milk together when Fondue came plodding out of the bedroom. He barked at Raphael.

"Not now Fondue...I'm trying to make breakfast."

He barked again.

"Look Fondue, tell me what's so important later. I'm busy."

A high pitched whine made him put down the bowl and sigh. "It's gonna be one of those days isn't it?" He mumbled to himself. He turned around and bent down. "Okay Fondue, what's wrong?"

Fondue barked at his bracelet.

"Leviathan? What's wrong with Leviathan?"

His barks turned violent.

"You saw him...do what?"

He scratched the floor and whined.

"He...dug a hole? To where?"

Fondue scurried off into the other room.

"Hey! Fondue, where are you going?!" He ran after him.

Raphael chased him down until he eventually came to a map of the world. Fondue had his paw on the Atlantic Ocean.

"The Atlantic Ocean? Are you saying he went to the Atlantic Ocean boy?"

He nodded.

"But how would he get there by digging a hole?"

He barked and shook his head.

"Huh? He didn't get there by digging?"

Fondue yapped.

"He buried something? What was it boy?"

"It was part of a creation."

He spun round and saw Leviathan staring into his soul. "AH! Leviathan!"

"As for the visit to the Atlantic Ocean I was just simply looking at an artifact." He sipped from a wine glass wrapped within his tail.

"An artifact?" He questioned.

"Yes, it's one that's connected to your family."

Raphael was suddenly curious. "What is it?"

"Oh it's nothing too spectacular. Just a city." Leviathan answered in a boring tone.

"..'Just a city'? Of course that's spectacular! But how is it connected to me?"

He whirled the wine around his glass. "Well first of all, it has the same coat of arms of that organisation your father works in. Second, it tells of a prince who is about your age and has red hair. And third, ...actually I don't think I should tell you the third one.."

"Oh come on! You've got two, tell me the third one!" He almost shouted.

"Mmmm...no. You're not ready to hear it yet. Wait a little while and then you'll see the third one."

"Hey! Hey! Wait!" But in the blink of an eye Leviathan disappeared back into his bracelet. His anger tried to make him throw a tantrum. But, being the young man that he was, he managed to calm himself down and get on with making breakfast.

He put the mixed oats and milk in the microwave. Fondue tried to lick some caviar off the floor but Raphael managed to stop him before the fishy sauce was in his tastebuds. He sprinkled some brown sugar on the porridge and then stepped back to admire his creation.

"Cleo's gonna like this isn't she?"

"Woeuf!" He barked in agreement.

"Haha. Okay let's take this in and see what she thinks." He picked it up and carried it back to the bedroom.

Cleo was already up. She stretched and yawned, without noticing that Raphael had sat on the bed with a bowl in his hand.

"Good morning, princess." He said.

She leaned forward and smiled. "Good morning."

"I brought you some breakfast." He passed her the bowl.

The steam piled up into her face as she looked into the contents. "Porridge with brown sugar? Oh sweet!" She dug into it with a spoon.

He laughed. "Be careful now. Hans did say not to make a mess of the bed."

"Whoo kares what Hans saiys?" She chewed.

"I do, I'm someone." He put the thought out of his head, it's not like Cleo was going to listen to him on an empty stomach.

Raphael probably shouldn't have put the brown sugar there. Cleo was incredibly hyper and bounced up and down on the bed frantically.

"Weeeeeee!" She squealed.

He should have calmed her down, but he knew exactly what to do. He stood up, took her chin and kissed her.

Cleo stopped jumping immediately. She tried to pull away. "..Raphael.." But before she could say anymore a hand behind her head made her lips stay on his. There were traces of brown sugar around her mouth but Raphael didn't mind, he quite liked the taste.

They came apart and the magic ceased. Romance seemed to have that thing with humans. Everything seems to stop for a minute and the only thing you're thinking about is the person you're with. Mortals thought it was amazing, but demons like Leviathan only laughed and commented on how adorably naive they were.

A romantic whistling sound made them both turn to the door. Hans and Emilie were standing there. Emilie swooned at the lovers. "It's like a fairytale."

"Can't have some privacy can we?" He mumbled.

"Oh come on, no one else is going to know about this." Hans smiled.

"We do, we're someone." The Chevaliers came out from behind the curtain.

Raphael gave a frustrated sigh. "You guys too?!"

"We must watch over you. You are the emperor after all."

"Yeah but not ALL the time." He brushed it off. "Nevermind...I'm not spending another night here anyway."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Hans felt he had annoyed Raphael. "I'm sorry for bursting in when you were having that moment-"

"It's not that. I need to go back to Paris and find The Pendant of Wrath." He bit his thumb. "I have no idea where it is and that guy hasn't left me any weird notes lately."

He let the information sink in. "What? Not even on a little scrap of paper?"

"Nope nothing." He said. "I'm starting to think he's...you know, dead..."

"Okay. First of all, we don't know whether it's a girl or a boy. Second, just because they're not talking to you anymore doesn't mean he or she is dead." Hans tutted. "Youngsters these days..."

Raphael glared. "Oh and 22 isn't young?"

Hans returned it. "Shut up."

Cleo threw her arms around Raphael from behind. "Are we really going back to Paris?"

"Yeah. Back to Emile, Madame Paula, Simon, everyone." The ceiling lamp above him made his eyes shine.

She nuzzled his sweater. "Good, beautiful Paris.."

Raphael pulled her into his arms. "Sure Paris is beautiful, but it doesn't beat an equally pretty human girl." He gave her a short eskimo kiss.

"You two are such a sappy couple." Hans grinned.

They had to set off quickly before the constables tracked them down and arrested them quicker than they could say 'arc de triomph'. Hans went outside to scout the streets and then beckoned the group outside to say that the coast was clear. The Chevalier's armour was making loud crunching sounds in the snow, it was impossible not to hear it. Raphael was going to suggest that they take their armour off but then he remembered what their faces looked like and decided it would be best not to scare everyone. Emilie was having the time of her life looking at Stockholm. She treated it like it was a world she hadn't seen before. Raphael remembered he was like that when he was a little boy. Curious, cheery and full of life. But that was before he actually had a grip on what was going on in the world, everything seemed so happy then.

The docks were open, and a cruise going to Paris was ready to set sail. They didn't have any tickets but Hans had an idea.

He gave the three some tickets. "These are forgeries that I made. Don't lose them and don't give them to the wrong person."

Raphael stared at the glinting piece of paper. "Are you sure this is going to fool them? I'm not that big on forgeries Hans.."

"Relax. I've put the correct date on them and everything. We should be all set."

Emilie played with hers. "Why can't we tell anyone? Mommy told me it was bad to lie."

"Because if you do, big mean men will try to lock you in a tower." He gestured to the guards at the boat.

Emilie gasped and suddenly shrivelled up her face. She hugged Hans tightly. "Don't let them do it! Don't let them take me away!" She cried.

Hans shakily patted her on the back. "There there..."

Raphael could see that he was having a flashback to where Charisma died. The trap, the beam in her head, the grey eyes, they were making Hans's face crack with every thought. "Hans..."

He turned suddenly. "W-What is it?"

"The boat's about to leave..." This was an excuse he made up since the boat actually left at 2 o'clock and it was 10 past 1.

"You don't have to stop me from mourning Raphael." Hans snapped. "If I want to cry over Charisma then I will."

He put his hands up in defence. "Okay okay. Don't let me stop you."

When they did actually get onto the ship they saw just how posh it was. It had an outdoor pool, a smart looking restaurant, an indoor aquarium, a bunch of shops, Raphael could never afford to go on a ship like this! Cleo wanted to try all the honeycomb ice cream they had but Hans was more interested in the aquarium. When all was said and done it was probably better off that they did something else instead of squabbling over one thing.

Raphael decided to go to the pool and unwind a little bit. He was more interested in how blue the water in the pool was. It was crystal blue, just like his favourite colour. He broke the surface of the water and swam down into the depths where no one could see him. Solitude was what Raphael enjoyed the most, he loved to get away from people every now and then. He let his eyes flutter and close and he listened. Silence. Absolute silence. To some people it was not a nice sound to hear, but Raphael savoured every moment of it.

"Looks like I was correct."

Raphael opened his eyes and saw Leviathan staring right at him. He gave a puzzled look since he couldn't talk.

"You're starting to be just like your father was supposed to be..." Leviathan paused, thinking for a moment.

He could tell by Raphael's expression that this was new news to him.

"Oh? You didn't know? You half bloods are so cute when you're confused." He grinned at him.

Raphael glared, his eyes trying to persuade him to tell him more.

"You really want me to tell you? I must warn you, you might not believe it." He laughed. "Humans are so stubborn sometimes, half bloods raised by humans normally end up the same way. Refusing to believe anything mythical or supernatural. And those who do believe it pursue it for the rest of their lives." He stopped his tangent and got back onto the subject. "Fine. Your father...wasn't human."

He blinked.

"Well...he was half human. But not fully."

Raphael had the 'and you expect me to believe that?' face.

Leviathan only chuckled. "Tell me Mein Prinz, how do you think you're lasting this long underwater?"

He raised an eyebrow and touched his chest. His heart was still beating, and it was still at normal heart rate too. What was going on? He wasn't even taking in any oxygen.

"Your lungs are quite special. They're not human ones, that's for sure." He touched his rib cage.

He brushed his tail away and swam back up to the surface.

His head broke through and he took a deep breath in. Surprisingly he didn't need to take in that much air, only a quarter of the air he breathed in was needed. He swam to the other side of the pool and watched the sun set. So many questions were still left unanswered. But one in particular was burned into his skull. Was Leviathan really right? Did he have a secret mythical heritage that his dad covered up? The fact that his eyes turned blue when he got mad, his ability to stay underwater for longer, his love for solitude, everything added up perfectly. So, why was it so hard to believe? He had come across stuff like this before so this shouldn't be any different, right? He felt angry with himself. Why didn't he get answers out of Leonard Bonar before he killed himself? Why did he let him die?! He could have known something important! He wiped his eyes and sighed. There was no point beating himself up about it, it happened only 3 months ago.

He dried himself off and walked back to his room. Fondue trotted along with him.

"Hey, Fondue." Raphael needed to share his thoughts with someone, and Fondue was the only friend he could entrust them with.

Fondue's ears pricked up.

He lowered his voice. "You don't think I've got more than human blood inside me, do you?"

The dog barked a reply.

"Yeah I'm not too sure myself. Leviathan could just be lying to me, but then again..." He brushed his hair from his face. "He hasn't been wrong before. But what he told me back in the pool was outlandish."

Fondue scratched at his legs, begging for him to pick him up.

"What's wrong Fondue?" Then he saw the cat at the end of the corridor. "Oh...I get it..." He smirked. "Still scared of cats huh?"

He whined, as if crying.

"Alright alright, I hear ya." He picked up Fondue and carried him away from the cat. "You gotta learn to stand up to those felines..." Little did Raphael know that the cat was hissing at Fondue as he disappeared round the corner.

He put him down once he was outside his room. He went to knock but hesitated, slowly withdrawing his clenched hand.

"Should I tell her Fondue? That I may be the blood descendant of some mythical royalty?" Raphael asked him.

He sat down and barked quietly so Cleo wouldn't hear them.

"She might not take it well. I don't even know whether she hates royals or not." He slapped himself gently. "What am I saying? I'm not gonna know if I don't try! And she's a sweet and nice girl, she would never hate me for being a prince." With his new found courage, he knocked on the door.

"Yes? Who is it?" A muffled voice asked.

"It's me." Raphael answered.

A few shuffled noises came from the room and the door burst open with a very nicely dressed Cleo inside. She was wearing a denim shirt dress with brown flat shoes and her hair was down and spread across her shoulders. "Hello Raphael."

"Woah. You look beautiful." He complimented with his cheeks getting redder.

"Are you blushing again?" She grinned. "You're really not that hard to amaze."

He noticed little curls at the front of her shoulders. "Did you do these?"

"No, they just came out naturally." She walked out. "I was just about to go get a frappe, do you want to come?"

"Of course I do." He smiled and hooked her arm with his.

The orange sun was painting some pretty colours with it's rays. The whole of the indoor shopping centre was white with little hints of rich orange here and there. Cleo bought a peppermint frappe and waited outside the coffee shop for Raphael to get his drink. He came out with a steaming cup of hot chocolate in his hands. Cleo opened the plastic lid and saw an alarming amount of cream in it.

He laughed. "Looks like I'm addicted to the stuff now."

She laughed along with him and then gazed out into the sunset and sighed. "You know Raphael, all this stuff you've been doing with me is something that I thought I'd never be able to do."

"Really?" He stood by her side.

"When they chucked me out I thought I was done for. I had no relatives in Paris other than Cousin Jean. I looked over at you and I thought you were just one of those people who stood there and did nothing. But, I was wrong. You comforted me, you showed me Paris, you showed me how wonderful the world can be, you held me close when I was scared and you actually listened to me." Tears started to form in her eyes. She hugged him. "...Thank you..."

Raphael was frozen solid. He didn't know what to say or what to do. "It's okay." He paused. "Hey... I've been meaning to ask you something, well, two things actually."

"What is it?" She clutched her frappe.

He folded his arms behind his back. "Would you...uhhh...would you like to move in with me?"

"Move in?"

"Yeah. You know, live with me at my apartment. It looks like you don't like it at your parent's house so I thought you'd be happier living with me." He licked some cream off his lips. "So? Do you want to?"

"I don't know..." She shuffled about. "I mean, what about the paperwork and everything?"

"You leave that for me to worry about." He smiled. "It probably won't take long anyway. Back to the question. Do you want to move in?"

She nodded quickly. "Yes, I would love to move in with you."

He beamed. "That's great! I knew you'd say yes!"

"Okay what about the other question?"

Raphael's smile suddenly disappeared from his face. His stomach tightened and his throat went dry. This was it, he had to ask her or else he would never know. He swallowed and tried to look calm. "What would you think if I told you I was related to...royalty?"

Cleo stopped slurping and put down her drink. "Huh?"

"What would you think if I told you I was related to royalty?" He repeated, with a bit more courage this time.

Cleo said nothing. His muscles started ceasing up. He couldn't move away from the ice that his fear was incasing him in. "...I don't know. I wouldn't really mind whether you were a prince or not."

The ice around his muscles melted. "Huh? Really?"

"Yeah, I mean it. If you're a prince then good for you. Don't expect me to freak out about it." As she said this she saw his hands relax a little. "And anyway, you're already a prince." She threw her arms around him and squeezed him tightly. "You're my dream prince."

He hugged her back. "And you're my princess." He whispered in her ear.

Everything seemed so calm now, and Raphael was probably the happiest man alive. He had his dream girl, he hadn't been caught and he was about to get back to the city of lights.

Surely nothing could go wrong.

Right?

Oh, you must know me well enough by now. I never make it all easy.

They stepped off the boat into the darkness of Calais harbour. It was deathly quite. Strangely, no one else got off the boat except them. Phantom R squinted his eyes in the darkness and held Cleo's hand tightly. Something was wrong and he could sense it. Cleo however was clueless about the cautiousness of Phantom R, she thought this was normal in a harbour at night. Emilie caught onto it immediately and hid behind Hans. She quivered in her little red jacket and dress, and her cheeks went from pink to white. Hans was surprisingly calm. He let Emilie hide behind him and his breathing pattern was still at it's normal pace. He was still cautious but he kept his cool.

Phantom R's foot collided with the ground, the sound echoed around the harbour. He squinted his eyes again to see what was making his blood turn cold with nervousness. He saw a small figure in the distance, who was it?

"Run." Before he could take in what Hans had said a gunshot went off and the whole harbour was bathed in white light.

Everything happened in an instant. Screaming, murmuring, feet scurrying across the ground, Fondue's barks, what was going on? Had they finally tracked him down? When he lowered his arm, his stomach churned. Inspector Vergier was standing there with an arsenal of constables with him.

"There you are, Phantom R." He growled.

He instantly went into his second personality and shot a cocky smile at him. "Good evening Inspector. Man, you don't let me off easily do you?"

"Grin while you can Phantom R. But know this..." He beckoned two constables over. They were carrying a mysterious figure with them. When they reached the spotlight Phantom R felt like his chest had just been stabbed. It was Marie. Vergier saw his face and smirked. "Ah. All coming back to you now isn't it? This was the girl you used to hang out with all those months ago." He got out his pistol and pointed it at the sickly girl's head. "Come quietly with me or the girl dies."

He stared in horror. "...you wouldn't dare..." He said through clenched teeth.

"Oh I would. I'm the inspector. I decide what happens to who." He put his finger on the trigger. "It's your choice, thief."

"...Rap...hael..." Marie could barely talk. "Don't...worr...y...abo...about..me.."

He was breaking up inside. He had never shown his real emotions in front of the constabulary. He broke down and held his head in his hands. "...fine." He finally said.

The inspector knew what he meant and put the gun down. "Take the princess back to the office and give her that cure."

The policemen nodded and dragged Marie away.

This was the first time Vergier had seen Phantom R broken and upset like this. A part of him actually felt sorry for him.

Cleo was violently put into cuffs. She fought back and spat at them but they overpowered her quickly. Fondue was in for worse. He had a chain leash around his neck and a muzzle on his mouth. Phantom R just let them put the cuffs around his hands, he was too depressed to fight back.

He stared blankly at the floor. After all these years, he had finally been caught. He never thought the day would come but it did, and now he was facing the consequences.

"Phantom R, on behalf of France and The Paris Constabulary." Vergier glared down at the broken art thief.

"I arrest you."

End of Chapter 21

Just to let you guys know, I won't be writing these on my PC anymore. It's too much of a piece of cheese to let me publish these chapters. So I'll be uploading from my phone from now on. I wonder if anyone else is having the same the problem or if it's just me. Well anyway, enough of me, see you in the next chapter! ;)