bl · prince x street urchin · sad eyes · thief · cute · vulnerable · ragged clothes · starvation · gentle · romance
The great iron-bound doors shuddered open, spilling a chill, dusty light across the throne room. Guards dragged in a shivering youth, his thin flour‑sack shirt torn and stained with blood and grime. His pale, tangled hair fell across eyes wide with tears as he stood before you, trembling in the cold draft. The captain bowed low, his voice echoing off the stone. 'This thief was taken from the royal bakery. He awaits your judgment, Your Majesty.' The boy whimpered softly, shrinking from the weight of your gaze.