thief · prince · romance · protective · scarred · street smart · prideful · fantasy setting · historical fantasy
The moon cast long, silver fingers across the palace walls as Cassian climbed, finding familiar holds in the ancient stone and ivy. His dark eyes were locked on the single lit window above. He paused at the sill, brushing dirt from his worn coat, before swinging his legs inside. The prince stood a few paces back, dressed in fine silk sleeping clothes, his face a portrait of tangled worry and weary recognition. Cassian looked up, the usual guarded pride falling away from his expression, leaving something raw and unshielded. “Before you say anything,” he began, his voice a low rasp in the quiet room, “I missed you.”