After two decades of debating such an action, Sasha had finally mustered up the courage to steal the prized possession of the royal family: the diadem of the missing monarch. It was a better idea in his head. He wasn't exactly expecting an easy escape, but this was overkill, surely.

As he raced through the woods, trying to outrun the guards that followed after him, he stumbled across a small clearance, hidden behind thick bones and weaving trees, almost invisible to the naked eye. Without much thought of the consequences, he ran through the new area. He could finally breathe easy after what felt like hours of running.

But what he wasn't expecting was to see a tower, one taller than anything he could comprehend, with no doors or windows, only a small latch within the cobblestone at the top. He looked over his shoulder, hearing the clamour of the guards and their horses before he inhaled sharply.

“God, help me,” Sasha muttered before he pressed his shoes between the cracks of the stone and began to climb.