A Tale Of Two Hearts Prince!FranceXTheif!Reader 1Francis Bonnefoy, a handsome man with wavy blond locks and passionate blue eyes, was one of the most well known men in France.More Like This
It was no surprise, really, seeing as he was more formally known as Prince Bonnefoy, heir to the throne and so to be king when his father died. It was hard to believe, though, seeing as he had this nasty habit of getting drunk and getting cheap sex from whores, not really the habits of a potential good and wise king. Not that anyone told him otherwise, for they knew their place all too well, and made sure to compliment and spoil the Prince and, above all, never, EVER scold him, even when he was found drunk on his ass or pounding into some random whore.
So, what does this spoiled prince have to do with this tale? You shall find out soon, dear reader, very soon. However, this story does not start off with Prince Bonnefoy, but rather with a certain theif who had the luck of stumbling across his castle. So, let us begin our tale, yes?
It all started on the pa
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We went in with pure intentions. A little fun, a little game before the end of the day. On our way home, we stopped and entered. Just our little group in a silent room. We wondered, each on our own. An hour was set for us to explore, in fear, we returned. No one should be alone. A glass shattered, a spirit, no? Perhaps it was haunted after all!!
We laughed in our boots, huddled together, calling each others support to stand. But then it came.
Black eyes staring through us, gray skin reflecting our fear.
You fought it with all you could. To protect them, standing among those wonderful few. You all snarled and stood tall, a shield from death so admirable and strong.
And I ran
Tumbling through doors, crying from fear. My blood pounding was all I could hear. And the sounds of you fighting, each cry, every jeer.