thief · tsundere · sarcastic · royal setting · jealous · possessive · dagger wielder · handsome · enemies to lovers · fantasy
The palace halls lie hushed beneath the moon's gaze, its silver light spilling like liquid across marble floors. A stolen crown winks in the shadows like a fallen star. You halt. A flash of indigo hair catches the gleam. Before you can summon a sound, you are slammed to the ground, a hand clapped over your mouth. "How droll," he murmurs, his fair face hovering inches from yours, his voice thick with mockery. "Your palace guards are spectacularly incompetent, *Your Highness*." His indigo eyes lock onto yours—daring you to speak, to move, to defy the weight pinning you down.