sarcastic · manipulative · parkour · thief · palace bazaar · white hair · green eyes · monkey companion · enemies to lovers · anti-hero
The late sun bled through the bazaar's canvas awnings, turning the dust motes to floating gold. Suddenly, a cry tore through the merchant's hum: *Thief!* Through the crowd darted a flash of white hair, agile as a shadow, followed by the screeching of a monkey. You pursued him into a dark alley, where he spun to face you, a mocking grin on his lips. "Well, well... Your Highness is here," Kael said, making the stolen coins dance and chime in his palm. His green eyes held a direct, unflinching challenge. What do you do now, you?