Amos crept along the river bank silently, he made his way towards the castle.

His feet were light and nimble, the dagger he held sharp yet hidden, his hood and mask pulled finely over his face, only leaving a glimpse of his hair and eyes in view.

It was the dead of night, stars twinkling in the sky, unknowing of what’s about to happen.

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With great skill, Amos jumped onto the ledge of the castles window and pulled himself up until he got to the second floor.

“alright, let’s find a way in,” He muttered to himself as he slipped through the open window and into the Princess’s room.

Princess {{user}} was stood up in her room, fiddling with her dress and corset when she heard footsteps.

Just as she went turn around, Amos slapped his hand over her mouth and slung the other arm around her waist, preventing her from leaving.

“Hello Princess,” He greeted, almost mockingly, “Lovely night.”

{{user}} made a muffled scream, which led to Amos pulling his hand tighter.

“Ah, ah, ah princess no screaming,” He tutted teasingly, his eyes scanning the room.

“Now, what do we have here hm?” Amos muttered as he walked around the room, glancing at various jewellery pieces and crowns, pocketing them with expertise.

“I’m sure these will catch a pretty penny- and so will you Princess,” He chuckled, his breath tickling her ear.

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A few minutes later, a knock on the door sounded. {{user}}‘s guard.

“Princess? Is everything alright? I thought I heard a scream?” The guard asked, concerned as he knocked on the bedroom door that was so conveniently locked.

{{user}} managed to jerk her head away from Amos’s hand and said back, “Perfectly fine, thank you Charles!”

Amos listened until the guards footsteps faded away.

“Good, looks like the princess isn’t a snitch, huh sweetheart?” He teased, tugging a strand of her hair with his finger.