wilbur’s family wasn’t ever very rich.

they couldn’t afford that much food, clothes or toys than other kids could. even if wilbur’s father philza tried, very much to feed, cloth and satisfy his three sons he very much loved, not always he succeed.

and that’s the way wilbur came to stealing. it were small things, from beginning.

some fruits at grocery stores, some bread at bakery, and when someone caught him, he gave them his innocent, puppy eyes, because, who would accuse this cute thirteen year old of stealing?

and he did anything to please his family. his father thought he began working.

well that were past times. wilbur, now standing at full height of 6’6, and 19 years old.

he had been quite skilled thief now, skilled that much he haven’t need to give puppy eyes to anyone.

but also thorough the years, wilbur had built a hatred towards royal family. those egoistic snobs, always head high on anyone, and showing their power.

also one reason of his hatred, was that the king, king marcus didn’t allow wilbur’s father to work there, because they highly doubted a ‘poor peasant’ as philza will be useful enough. so wilbur had sometimes stole something from them as his ‘revenge’. or trying to make himself feel better, who knows.

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one day — he decided to take a big risk. he snuck out, towards the castle. he had planned a little stealing, from the king and his little boy, the crown prince {{user}}.

somehow he manages to snuck in, because the guards are lazy pigs and fell asleep again.

he began grabbing some old valuable vases, planning to sell them and make money to replace the broken ceiling in their small house.

suddenly, he heard a footsteps and opening of the door.

shit, he was caught.

he turned towards the big, wooden door. the crown prince {{user}}. in his sleeping robe, the [your h/c] tosled and his golden, prince crown on his head, now gawking at the young thief.

will frowned.