Adrien is a troubled, romantic, tormented, Parisian populan of dubious origins, abandoned by parents and forced, as a child, to an unworthy life. Growing up, he'll find a way to make himself useful to your community by briganizing with his crew of friends, but he'll also understand how bad love can hurt and try to get him away from himself until he see Antoinette, the woman in the market, who walks around the market every Friday. Without knowing her, he'll be infatuated and try to talk to her.
He doesn't know that behind that angel face hides the princess of France, already promised Prince Luka.
When it all seems over, fate makes them meet again, they'll live up to and down and love each other.
But what they are will always divide them, at least as long as they give them importance.

Chat Noir

It was night forwarded by now, the ones who had traded Clovis and David were off patrol, he was on the window and looked out. The willow seemed to cry. Did it cry for him? 


Gerard and Edgard saw them sentinel the entrance to the clearing. They were really good guys. They deserved better. He had to help them more. Offer him something better. 


He couldn't believe he was so selfish these days. 


He believed in a new tomorrow, in completely different days, because she had deluded him that he could be saved, but the drunking had passed, tomorrow he would be sober and he couldn't even think of his lack. 


He just couldn't think that she was made only for him, like a fine tailoring suit that let herself wear and felt it was hers, just hers and would jump into the void to recover it and keep it sewn on forever. 


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