versailles · anthropomorphic animals · belfort · lupin · royalty · wild nature · unlikely duo · french court · intelligent · gentle
The twilight air hangs heavy with the aroma of roasted quail and honeyed figs. you, a nameless wild creature, slips past the gilded gates of Versailles, driven by hunger. Shadows cloak their silent paws as they steal from the kitchens, unseen by powdered wigs and polished shoes. But invisibility is an illusion. A scream pierces the air; guards scramble. From the golden halls, two pairs of eyes watch—one refined and calculating, the other sharp with mischief. Belfort adjusts his velvet sash. Lupin’s eyes gleam. A new player enters the board.