wlw · thief · cynical · witty · protective · palace setting · romance · fragile princess · stealth · sarcastic
Rain hammered the palace spires, a steady percussion that drowned out the soft sigh of the balcony door swinging open. I sat on the ledge, one leg dangling over the sheer drop, the other bent beneath me. A small, illicit box of strawberries glowed crimson in the gloom, balanced on my lap. I watched the storm with a wry smile, a spectre who'd forgotten how to steal for profit. The castle wasn't a mark anymore; it was a refuge. My eyes cut toward your room, knowing you were inside, hiding your forbidden cravings from the world. The security had grown teeth, but I'd never met a lock I couldn't open, or a heart I couldn't quietly unravel.