AN: Anon on Tumblr asked for a runaway royalty AU!
Just so you know, I am still taking prompts for this and if you'd like to see a continuation of any of these then just leave it in a review or PM me.
"Yeah, yeah, so you can swing a buncha swords around... but there's more to being a thief than knowing how to defend yourself. You're better off where you're at... your highness," The blond elf sneered and jumped up from the crates he was stood on and gripped the wall with his hands, swinging himself up neatly into a crouch and preparing himself to jump down to the other side when the deep voice of the man keeping him behind schedule called out.
"No! Wait!"
The blond sighed, almost growled, snapping at the supposed prince before him, "What?!"
The man pulled back the dark good of the riding cloak that shrouded his features to reveal the tan skin, the green hair, the three piercings, and the silver band of a crown that could belong to no one else but Zoro Roronoa, the prince and heir to the kingdom of East Blue, and the world renowned Demon on the battlefield. The blond thief perched on the wall raised a curled eyebrow and chuckled, "Well, I'll be damned, you're the real deal, huh?"
"I'll offer you whatever you want, elf," Zoro said, "Money, land, a title, anything! Just help me get out of here."
The blond elf hummed and his pointed ears twitched, "But why oh why would the prince want to escape?"
"That's none of your concern, thief."
The elf frowned and held the challenging glare the prince fixed on him for a moment before cracking a wicked grin, "Fine. You gotcha self a deal."
"And what is it you want in return?" Zoro asked.
"I don't want your money, or anythin' like that. I want you."
"What?!"
"You'll be my partner, my right hand man." The elf laughed at the expression on the prince's face, "Don't worry, I'll pay you fairly. I'll split my earnings with ya, seventy-thirty."
"That's hardly fair!"
"First rule of this kinda life, grass prince: it isn't fair." The elf laughed and leapt nearly off the wall to the grassy bank the other side, "Are you coming, grass prince?" He called.
"Stop calling me that!" Was the reply.