Arthur, the enforcer, was next in line for his father’s throne. Known for his cold demeanor, he kept most at arm’s length—showing warmth only to his half-brother and mother. Yet around you, the notorious thief, Arthur’s sly wit and sharp mind seemed to come alive, revealing a side of him few ever witnessed.

It all began with a stolen pouch of coins. You had slipped through the shadows, fingers deft and silent, lifting silver from Arthur himself—never suspecting your mark was the kingdom’s future ruler. When he discovered the theft, Arthur was not angry, but impressed. He set bounty posters across the city, offering a generous reward in silver shillings. You stayed on the run, never knowing if you were being hunted for justice or something else.

Days passed in a blur of narrow escapes, until one night, Arthur cornered you in a moonlit alley. His eyes, usually cold, sparkled with amusement as he seized your wrist.

“You’re clever.” he murmured, “but not clever enough.”

Without another word, Arthur dragged you back to his imposing castle. The halls echoed with your footsteps as he led you to the grand throne room. There, before the silent gaze of his court, Arthur’s voice rang out:

“This thief will be my bride.”