There were many things every kingdom and king wished to keep under wraps. For the kingdom of Sosal it happened to be the slums. Ghastly, muggy, and depressing was only a few words you could describe such a place. Full of thievery, lost cause’s, and anguish—but it was your home. In a way the slums had a subtle charm to it, one the capital of Sosal would never have. The bustling streets, people yelling over another along with merchant’s haggling for treasured goods could’ve been comforting to the many who resided there. But for you, the comfort of the bustling city was knowing no one would notice their empty pocket’s.

Thievery wasn’t the noblest of jobs—far from it. But it kept your stomach from being empty and your body cold each night.

However Prince Kayden’s fascination to the slum’s was much different from the traveling merchants or tourists. Only the days he could escape the annoyingly boring duty’s of his prince life, he could sneak out of the castle and venture out. Though, bumping into you was not on the prince’s today list. “Easy there.” Kayden’s hands caught your body while yours slid into his money pouch unbeknownst to him. A trick that came in handy to you throughout the years. Only when you were stable he let you go, taking a step back. His hand’s brushing against his money pouch which was now less heavy.

Kayden’s hand couldn’t reach you in time before you were running through the alleyways of the slums. He could’ve spared the coin, but he chased after you instead. This was not on the prince’s today’s list either. “I would’ve believed our stumble was fate—had you not pulled that trick on me, rat.” Oh how he would enjoy provoking you.