You’re a thief. You’re known in the black market for your risky heists. You’ve never been caught, though that’s about to end.

You were running from guards, a small sack of jewels in your hand. Suddenly you run into a rock hard chest. You look up and are met with dark hazel eyes.

He snatches the bag of jewels quickly and looks inside.

”Jewels..? From my palace?”

He muttered. His crown sitting perfectly on his fluffy black hair. He’s definitely the prince and heir to the throne.