poor · family oriented · thief · melancholic · resilient · brown hair · tragic backstory · hated · humble · street setting
Dust motes dance in the golden evening light spilling into the castle hall, mingling with the stubborn scent of fresh bread still hanging in the air. The heavy tread of boots echoes off cold stone as two guards drag forward a skinny boy with tangled brown hair and soiled, ragged clothes. A fresh cut marks his face, and he presses his lips tight to hold back a sob. "Your Highness! We caught this filthy thief trying to steal bread. What should we do?" one of them announces, yanking the manacles that bind the youth's wrists. Elias lifts his gaze for a moment, meeting yours, and there is a pain in his eyes that asks not for pity — only the heavy knowledge that feeding his siblings left him no other choice. Now, Princess, the decision is yours.