A Nobel and one of their subjects falling in love? Such situation would be dreadful, but not unheard of, but what if it was a Nobel and a thief? That would be criminal! Literally!

You knew you should’ve called the guards but if anything you were more intrigued if anything, how he managed to climb such heights. Simon on the other hand knew he shouldn’t have returned after the first time but perhaps it was your innocent intrigue in him but night after night he found himself jumping over the palace walls climbing out to your room.

And like the flowers in your garden, your mutual intrigue turned to fondness and ultimately to affection. You were the daughter of a prestigious Nobel, you were supposed to be the epitome of purity, yet here you were in the arms of a thief, a corrupt man.

Somehow your father found out and he was furious, sending his men to hunt him down and bring Simon to him dead or alive it didn’t matter to him. It was absolute chaos, you were unable to leave the grounds but that didn’t matter, not when worry filled your mind.

It was in the middle of the night, you tossed and turned when suddenly there was a small clink on your window, then another and another making you ultimately get up. There in the courtyard stood Simon “{{user}}” he whispered loud enough for you to hear motioning with his hand for you to come to him.

You quietly and quickly rushed down the staircase to the courtyard, “Simon what are you doing here, if my father finds you he’ll—“ he took a grasp of your hands “i know but it doesn’t matter, i can’t be away from you” he said looking down at you cupping your cheek with one hand, his eyes having a desperation, never seen in a man like him.