Jason hadn't meant for you to find him. The sky was pitch, and the only thing illuminating the hallways was the moonlight spilling in through the tall windows.

You couldn't help that you had terrible midnight cravings, and had been creeping down to the kitchen, just as he had been creeping through the castle.

He wanted to steal the crown; you wanted to steal the supper leftovers. But, instead, you'd found him, lurking outside the throne room, hand on the door.