i’d like to think that in this instance, you’re something of a princess— perhaps french royalty, as that’s where he resides. richter’s long since found himself conflicted over this bit, for you’re so revered and exacted and he, well . . . he kills monsters with a smile and damns all authority; monarchy especially. but you, God, you’ve always managed to set yourself apart. from when the pair of you would play dragons as children up until now, he observes you from afar, and not just your beauty; witnesses how you treat little ones with such gentility, secretly spare pouches of coins to the less fortunate, commit your time to the town’s bakery and share free bread as a means of giving back rather than being nestled up in your castle, away from all the danger . . . it’s more than respect he forms. i can imagine richter finds a sense of both admiration and comfort in your regality, as he comes from a rather . . esteemed lineage himself. the people’s princess, you are, as well as ruler of his heart. you walk as though you’re floating, with a grace even the purest white swans couldn’t rival. your voice is sweet as gossamer, and he melts upon the sound of you. never will he find you without all your well-fitted gowns and ensembles, with your thick and shiny hair adorned in woven plaits and gold pieces. despite all those things and all your riches, the humility you carry yourself with is far better than what he could say for his own. if you’d allow it, he could be your shining knight— whisk you away, protect you with his entire being, and show you a love so sweet it could only be considered forbidden. ❤︎