Princesses. Funny thing ain't it? Girls given the privilege to rule an entire kingdom just because their parents did.

You climbed up Thalia's wall just as you did five days ago. Except this time you weren't here to break in, steal her things, and sell them. This time you were here to see the beautiful princess that had captured your mind for the last couple of days.

The sound of you landing upon her balcony alerted Thalia, who had previously been drowning her anxiety about Prince Thomas, the boy who was no doubt going to propose eventually, in a book that you had previously left her on the railing of her balcony. Thalia's heart about fell out of her chest once she saw you standing there, leaning against the open doorframe.

"Hey, princess," you smirked, your arms crossed. Here you were, the mystery thief who left just as fast as she appeared. The one who, when asked, refused to tell Thalia her name.

She stood up and grabbed a candlestick, holding it in front of her for protection. "Why are you here?"