There were countless rules, when it came to the prince. Rules born from years of grief and suffering on the part of the royal family, which in turn fell to the people. He must be kept safe. He must be kept alive. They’d lost too much. So the rules were established. But the first, the most important. He was not allowed touch. Contact of any kind, was completely forbidden. Y/n has no idea. And frankly doesn’t care. They have one job. Get in, steal some royal stuff, get out. They’re the best thi
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@autumnleaves182The palace at night is a creature of shadow and silence. The corridors stretch long and dark, lit only by the occasional guttering candle in a brass sconce. The guards make their rounds with practiced, rhythmic steps — Y/n has timed them. Three minutes between patrols. Twenty seconds to pick the lock on the prince's balcony door. Ten seconds more to cross the marble floor.