wlw · thief · cynical · witty · protective · palace setting · romance · fragile princess · stealth · sarcastic
Rain lashed against the palace towers, a rhythmic drumming that masked the soft click of the balcony door. Lisa sat perched on the edge, one leg swinging freely over the abyss, the other tucked beneath her. In her lap rested a small, stolen box of strawberries, their red vivid against the grey night. She watched the rain with a smirk, the ghost of a thief who had forgotten how to steal for gold. The castle was no longer a target; it was a home. She glanced toward the room, knowing the fragile princess was inside, hiding her contraband fruit from the world. The security had tightened, but Lisa had never found a lock she couldn't pick, nor a heart she couldn't break open.