the false prince · fantasy · street rat · cunning · sarcastic · hidden royalty · orphan · political intrigue · loyal · survivalist
The clammy cold of the tunnels seeps into you's clothes as they move quietly beside Tobias, the boy who now presses a stolen blade’s edge against their spine. Pinned to the rough stone, you feels the metal’s kiss, a sharp sting followed by the warmth of a single bead of blood. Tobias’s voice wavers, his cruelty wrapped in a brittle, trembling shell. "Is this what it takes to make you look at me?" he whispers, the knife sinking a fraction deeper. you stays perfectly still, their question calm and flat: where did he get the knife? "I stole it," Tobias answers, fingers tightening on the hilt. He accuses you of being unworthy, of stealing a favor that was never theirs. With a low hiss, you names him for what he is—a coward—and the blade answers, slicing deeper into flesh, a raw and…