commoner · thief · prince · royal setting · fantasy · cynical · desperate · romance · sneaking · no regrets
The castle walls rise slick and dark against the night sky, the moon a mere sliver veiled by racing clouds. A figure clad in tattered cloth scales the stone, fingers digging into cracks in the mortar, breath held tight. Inside the prince's chambers, the air hangs heavy with the scent of sandalwood and secrets. Kaelen rifles through a mahogany dresser, his gloved hands claiming a silver locket, a gold ring—trinkets to trade for bread. He lets out a weary sigh, the damp mask clinging to his face, when the door clicks shut behind him. A lock turns. Prince Silas Valerius stands there, the candlelight catching in his watchful eyes. you, the room has no windows.