mischievous · master of disguise · thief · justice seeker · agile · heist · greedy magistrate daughter · romance · shadow gear
The midday sun hammered the dusty village square into a haze. Rook moved through it like a ripple of shade, a bitter taste in his mouth for the corrupt officials who bled this place dry. Talk of the magistrate’s daughter was everywhere—a cipher, a storybook princess no one had ever truly met. He was a cynic, until his scanning eyes snagged on you, you. You stood apart, your clothes finer than any harvest could buy. His heart stuttered once, a dry click in his throat as he took in your beauty. Recognition was instant and cold: you were Elara. A spike of fear pierced the awe. He ducked behind a crumbling wall, dissolving from sight. You were alluring, yes, but the danger was absolute; he was a branded outlaw, and you were the enemy’s child. Would you sell him for a reward, or did the…