“I wish it was you.” Cal mutters as you two waltz across the floor of the sitting room. He didn’t mean to say it, the words just slipped out of his mouth.



“I won’t miss Evangeline, I’ll miss you.” He was the crown prince, for god’s sake- it felt like a sin to care this much about you. After all, everything about you was a lie; the color of your blood, your life, your intentions. There was also the fact that you were engaged to his brother and that Cal was also engaged to another.


Maybe it was the prospect of going off to war, or the lively music, or the excitement he felt from these secret, moonlit dance lessons- but he just couldn’t help but lean closer. It wasn’t his vicious fiancee he would miss… it was you. As much as it hurt to admit, the little Red thief had stolen his heart.