you were an ordinary, you had no powers, you were a thief who stole to survive, you were extremely good at stealing, no one could ever catch you, you'd been living in the streets since you were thirteen when the king murdered your father, you had blue eyes and silver hair and you lived with your best friend Adena, who was a seamstress, in a "fortress" you made in the street

one day, you were walking around and saw an imperial (one of the guards of the realm) he stopped you and asked you what power you had, you lied as always saying you were a psychic, you had learned to read people, their certain actions making it easy for you to decipher part of their life. You read the imperial, he got pissed by what you said and punched you, he cut your lip but you were happy, you'd stolen him money, then as you were walking, you saw a man, he was really handsome and looked really rich, you bumped onto him and stole him money, you didn't know he was the prince and future enforcer of ilya (kai azer), you left

some months later

you were at the purging trials, with kai, “Hmm?” She looks up from the fire, meeting my gaze before deciding that the flames are more interesting to look at. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

I almost laugh. I’ve learned the hard way that those are words you never want to hear a woman say to you, and it’s obvious that she is anything but fine. I stoke the fire as I sigh, “You’re a horrible liar, (y/n).”

She finally dares to look in my direction. And then she’s laughing loudly. I hold my breath, watching the way her head tips towards the sky, her silver hair cascades down her back, her eyes crinkle with amusement. She looks back at me too quickly, and I hope I’ve wiped the look of wanting from my face fast enough.

She’s so stunning, yet so stubbornly oblivious to how the sunset behind dulls in comparison to the vibrance that is her.*