Author Note: Hello! I decided to change some scenes within the story. Sorry for the confusion and I hope you enjoy this story as well as the other one.
The Prince of Paris, he was reckoned to be a gentleman, polished and perfect. Yet, here, he was leaning toward the rusty thin pillar with a black golden cloak to watch the lovely young baker woman called Marinette Dupain-Cheng is something a prince should not be doing. He understood his father would provide him punishment for neglecting his obligations to court a woman he only met once. Nonetheless, he couldn't stay away from the lovely young baker woman, whose beauty put Aphrodite to shame. Still, Adrian Agreste can not bring himself to speak with her as he is content with seeing her from afar. No matter how disturbing this was, he lurked behind the pillar to gape at the darkish-blue hair beauty.
As he watches the woman from the bakery, handing out food for the poor and rich, he begins to notice the sun sets, causing the sunset light to reflect on her blueish-blackish hair, making her gorgeous. After seeing her beauty, he wasn't aware of slowly walking towards her.
"Thank you for coming to the dupain-cheng bakery, have a nice day!" The sound of her voice provokes him to pause when he hears her voice. He couldn't take it anymore. Taking a few breaths as the wind blew through his golden blond locks, he plucked the last of his strength to talk with her. Slowly, he resumed walking on the dirt pathway leading up to her.
Her voice begins to get louder during the busy street combined with people, but he can identify the sweet smell of pastry off of her the closer he got. Right as he stood behind her, he took a few breaths, where the wind blew through her hair, causing him to realize how close he got to her—making any decision to talk to her impossible. Therefore, he slowly backed up from her to escape from his racing heart. As he turned around, Marinette heard his footsteps and suddenly turned around, grabbing him, provoking him to fall, and in return grabbed her. Hitting the ground, they both stared at each other, covered in dirt. Her white-pink dressed turned brown, where his black coat became a lighter color. Realizing the situation, Marinette gasped.
"Oh! Sir, I am so sorry, here let me help you up!" She anxiously said while rapidly standing up. Marinette held out a hand towards Adrien while giving him an embarrassed smile. However, Adrien, stunned, grabbed her hand and slowly stood up with her help. He couldn't help but blushed when she flashed him her sparkling smile.
He wondered why she wasn't courted, at least from his knowledge. Yet, he knew he was silent enough when she started to begin looking uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and smiled at her, "I am alright madam, however, my condolences to your beautiful gown." He said while getting down one knee and picking up a piece of cloth torn apart from the dress. However, Marinette smiled and slowly pulled her dress away from him, where in return, he gently grasped her hand and glazed his lips on the top of her palm, making her blush.
"I-I... my dress is none of your concern, although I wonder how you're feeling after the fall, my prince ?" Marinette gently spoke to Adrien while looking into his emerald eyes. Adrien stiffened and looked away from her questioning gaze. After a few moments passed, he gathered up his courage and softly said, "Yes, Madam, but if you wouldn't mind me asking... How did you know?" while looking down at the dirt path road as he got up from kneeling.
Marinette patted his head to clean the dirt, causing him to look up, and then pointed to his ring peeked out of his cloak.
He blushed and fiddled with his ring as a fond smile crept up onto his face — this last piece of jewelry his mother had given to him before vanishing from thin air. Adrien looked up from his ring and couldn't help but want to touch her bluish-blackish pigtails that shined with the last of the sunlight. He attempted to reply, only quiet down when he heard familiar yelling from his "protectors" as they ran toward him.
As he witnessed his guards in disguise getting closer to him, he turned around and pulled her into the bakery. He swiftly closed the door and ducked behind the counter, leaving Marinette at the door. The guards entered the bakery and asked, "Sorry to bother you this fine evening, Madam, have you seen this lad covered in a black golden cloak? He usually visits the bakery," As one of the royal guards said and showed a picture of Adrien in his cloak. Meanwhile, Adrien crawled towards the kitchen and, in the process, accidentally knocked over the broom in the kitchen, making the guards cautious. "Is there anyone in your household, madam?"
Marinette looked towards her kitchen and smiled. "No, there is no one here but my loveable cat. He probably knocked down something again." Marinette laughed and then slowly guided them towards the exit, " gentlemen." Marinette walked towards the door and held the door open. Flashing a smile as they passed her and said.
"I don't recall seeing a gentleman in a black golden cloak. However, once I do, I'll let you know." Marinette said and bid goodbye to the guards. They smiled, "thank you, Madam. Farewell." With that, they left in search of the young prince.
Locking the door and flipping the open sign to close, she walked towards the kitchen. Not seeing the prince, she called out for him. Hearing something in her broom closet, she found him curled up in a ball.
"Why, hello, kitty." She said, surprising him, but said nothing. Smiling, she helped him out, and he quickly looked around outside the windows.
"Don't worry, my prince, they left." Marinette said and then asked, "Why are you running away?" while grabbing a chair for him and her.
He turned around and looked at her as he sighed and rubbed his face. He didn't want her to know why he ran, but with her blue-bell eyes staring innocently at him, "You know, most people would be scared of having a stranger in the house?" He questioned her while taking a seat beside him.
She gave him a gentle smile, "My Prince, Countless people don't know how to defend themselves." She said while looking straight into his eyes. Looking into her eyes, she looked confident. Then he realized that she probably knows how to defend herself. Laughing at himself and then sat down in the chair in front of her.
"My prince, would you please explain as to why you ran from your guard?" she quietly declared when he sat down. Glancing up at her, he replied, "I suppose running away from your problems will provoke my father to be angry."
She looked at him and slowly got up to the kitchen to get some snacks, and sat down once again. She pointed to the food across her and said, "My prince-" however, he cut her off and said, "call me Adrien." she looked up surprised and was about to decline, but couldn't since the look he gave her was a stern one.
She looked at him and smiled at him, "Do you want to talk?". He nodded with a timid smile, "Please..."
Marinette and Adrien discussed throughout the night, where laughter and joy bounced off the bakery walls. They talk about passions, family, future, and dreams. It was like destiny set them to find each other.
However, fantasy has to come to an end. By morning Adrien had to return to the palace. As he departed, they both vow to see each other again.