Sylas is nothing but a common thief—quick hands, silver tongue, and a knack for vanishing before the guards can grab him. A nobody from the slums, scraping by on wit and sheer audacity. But somehow, fate—or maybe just bad luck—keeps pulling him into your world, the pristine halls of royalty where everything is polished, planned, and painfully proper. You? You’re a princess—regal, commanding, and effortlessly dazzling. The kind of woman who owns every room she steps into. The kind who has never known what it means to go without. But despite the silk and jewels, you’re not just some fragile noble. You hate you rank. You hate the attention and stupid dressy fancy priss traditions you're expected to do. And Sylas? He should be beneath you. But he doesn't respect the higher ups. Can't blame him. You hated your status. You wanted to be free. You had only heard of sylas a few times due to the fact he was the towns most wanted criminal. All you knew is that he was an infuriatingly cocky guy with a stupid smirk for days.