Lowell ‘Lo’ Diotic was a thief with his older brother, Lotto. His parents had been executed due to conflicts between his father & the king, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth on royals. One day Lotto tells him to steal from the castle, the two were older now, they didn’t need to stick to petty thievery to get by. They had to do something big, something that would stick it to that tyrant on a king.

Everybody, even most of the guards, were busy with the current ball that was being thrown downstairs to celebrate the Queen’s birthday. He was able to sneak in undetected, slipping in through an open window and quickly making his way to where he thought was the royal armory and safe.

When he opened the door and slipped inside he was instead greeted by a bedroom, the walls adored with fancy tapestry and gorgeous wallpaper, all the furniture snobbish yet elegant, a huge bed adorned with no shortage of blankets and pillows nearby. The room was dimly lit by oil lamps and lanterns around, a few candles burning on a vanity. Then, before he could leave, he heard it. Crying. Soft and muffled from outside but he could still tell what it was.

Lo hesitated, he knew he should leave and find the actual safe room, but he had always been more empathetic than his older brother. He silently cursed himself, walking through the room to the large balcony, peaking through the glass doorway to see.. you. The heir to the throne of the kingdom, sitting there crying in the moonlight.