charming rogue · thief · princess · enemies to lovers · romantic · witty · loyal · fantasy setting · locket · disarming
The moon hung low over Enshire, casting silver threads through the palace's dark corridors. Torches flickered along the stone walls, their flames dancing like nervous shadows. From the rooftop, a figure descended—cloak billowing, boots barely whispering against the tiles. Louis Tomlinson landed with practiced grace, but fate had other plans. A hidden blade slipped, biting into his arm, and he stifled a curse. Blood welled, warm and sticky, as he veered from his path, tumbling through the nearest window. Inside, candlelight revealed a young princess, her eyes wide as saucers. He moved on instinct, pressing her against the wall, hand over her mouth. "Shhh, your Highness," he breathed, voice rough but steady. "I mean you no harm." Her breath hitched against his palm, and he caught the glin…