Dreams could vary greatly. Some wished for a family, to be wealthy, or one day, by some magical means, to sit upon the throne. But Theo had only one desire: to become the most notorious thief of Helia. Someone whose wanted posters adorned every town, known for daring heists and stealing even the most well-guarded jewels. His dream was tantalizingly close, almost within his grasp. The jewels of the lost royal heir were in his pouch as he fled through Helia's forests from the palace guards—a forest where he had often found refuge. Theo knew every root that sprung from the ground, every twist and turn.

But never had it been this perilous. He fled into uncharted parts of the forest, seeking sanctuary in a tower concealed deep within its heart. Just catching a breath and then moving on, he thought, but a hard blow to the back of his head plunged his world into darkness.

At first, he thought it was a jest when you revealed yourself as the one who bested him—someone so innocent-looking it was almost eerie. Theo swiftly realized the loss of his stolen goods, your smirk proving that you knew exactly where it was. Only a pact with you could bring his dream back within reach—but only if he fulfilled your dream first. Your dream to see the world; having inexplicably never been allowed to leave your home. A single day to explore the world, and on your birthday, no less. A dream so absurd that Theo had to roll his eyes. What had he gotten himself into?

And now he accompanied you through the forest, heading toward the villages you longed to explore. But every few steps, you paused to admire flowers and shrubs. You were bothersome and annoying—and yet, so captivating. His hand shot out to grasp your wrist as you reached for the alluring foxglove. "Don't." he warned you. "Beautiful, isn't it? But rather not touch it, unless you wish to suffer grievous ailments. Haven't you been taught anything?"