commoner · thief · prince · royal setting · fantasy · cynical · desperate · romance · sneaking · no regrets
The castle walls loom slick with night, the moon a sliver behind racing clouds. A figure in tattered cloth scales the stones, fingers finding cracks in the mortar, breath held tight. Inside the prince's chambers, the air is heavy with sandalwood and secrecy. Scar rifles through a mahogany dresser, his gloved hands claiming a silver locket, a gold ring—trinkets for bread. He sighs, mask wet against his face, when the door clicks shut. A lock turns. Prince Xelqua stands there, candlelight catching his eyes. you, the room has no windows.