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Like very, very tangled coded(Not a bad thing)
No one asked where Stella disappeared to. She was a lost princess. One that the county hadn’t missed.
She was the youngest in a family of eleven; the reach to the crown was practically impossible.
No one took her seriously, so she just ran.
Changed her name and appearance. She thought she was so clever. That was until someone recognized her.
Someone snatched her purse with a charming grin and messy hair.
“Hey, princess, just need some money,” he said, looking devastatingly handsome.
Stella yelped, “Who are you!?”
“The guy who knows your name.”
That’s all he said before fading into the darkness with Stella’s purse still in hand.
She hated herself for smiling.
But what could she do? She has always loved an adventure.
Thanks! I guess she's lost to other people but doesn't want to be found type of thing?
My story is called “Oh Faithless Heart”
Five hours.I’ve been lying awake in my oversized and ridiculously plush bed for the past five hours.
Decidedly not sleeping.
The queen always told me that beauty sleep is key, especially when wooing potential suitors— not that I intend to woo anyone.
The sun will rise in a few minutes, and then the maids will come, and then the food will be brought, and then I will be stuffed into a skin tight dress made of the most expensive of fabrics, and then my father the king will introduce me to a new foreign prince.
He wants me married off and producing children within the year.
He doesn’t care who I marry or what happens to me as long as he gets a high price.
He doesn’t care that I would be a child bride in comparison to my potential husbands.
And why would he? His wife prior to the current one was only nine years old when he married her at twenty-four.
She died giving birth to his fourth and utterly disposable child, me.
I sigh, turning on my side and gazing out the window at the rapidly brightening sky.
Two floors below me, in the third room in the north hallway sleeps an eighty year old king.
That king has offered my father 30,000,000,000 gold coins, 400 cattle, 90 pounds of wheat, and 10,000 pure rubies in exchange for my father’s sixteen year old daughter Eris as his wife.
Me, married to a bag of brittle bones.
I hear the creak of my bedchamber door open.
My eyes are still open and the sun is not yet here. It isn’t the maids.
I should scream, there’s someone in my room who isn’t supposed to be here.
I’m the second princess of this nation, I should scream.
I close my eyes and my lips stay sealed.
Their footsteps are faint, muffled by the carpet underfoot.
They’re getting closer.
“Hello princess,” says a deep, smooth voice. “I know you’re awake.”
I open my eyes and a bright flash clouds my vision before darkness ensues.
***
I’m awake, though my eyes are closed.
I keep them firmly shut, I am not in the palace. I can’t be.
I hear voices but they’re indistinct, like my mind is in a fog.
“Wakey wakey.” Sings a light and airy voice, ripping me from the fog and highlighting the stark difference in this voice from the undeniably male voice I heard before.
“It seems I’ve been kidnapped.” I mutter, my eyes still closed as my awareness slowly returns.
The straw under my body, the warmth of the sun, the twittering of chirping birds, and the uneven rocking of whatever I’m resting on.
Is it a wagon?
I open my eyes to a blinding light, my hand covers my eyes and as I slowly lower it, a gaggle of faces come into focus.
“What a lovely way to wake up.” I deadpan, eyeing the many different faces.
The blonde minx-like girl,— probably the one who spoke before— the broad and bald man with a menacing scar that stretches from his right cheek to his left eyebrow, the gray-faced redhead with a knife to my throat, and the short old man with rosy cheeks.
The hell is happening here?
“Do you mind?” I raise my brow at the red-head and she glares back.
“Put it down Casey.” I sit up, ignoring the knife that scrapes at my throat as I sit up and draws blood. It’s the man from my room. “That’s no way to treat our lovely princess.”
My eyes lock on his piercing gold ones and my breath catches as recognition stops my heart.
Lux, the notorious sorcerer turned thief, stealing the jewels and hearts of the women in this mighty empire.
His dangling earring catches in the light as his light blonde hair shifts with his turning head.
“Who sent you?” I ask, my eyes narrowed.
He grins and I notice the faint light surrounding him like a halo.
“One who wants you lost of course.”
***
“Do you dream?” I ask Lux as we ride on horseback through the starlit night to the docks that will take us to another continent where I shall remain the lost princess of the Aetherius empire.
It’s been three weeks since they took me and if I’m being honest, I’ve never had so much fun.
A lost princess traveling among thieving criminals.
“Dream?” He questions, his eyes on the sky.
“You know, about your future.” I smile at him, listening to the sounds of our comrades far ahead of us.
“Ahh, my future you say. Well, yes, I have dreamt of my future.” He looks at me with mischief in his eyes.
“And what did you dream of?” I prompt.
“Money, fame, women….power.” I scoff at him and his shallow dreams.
“How very enlightening.”
“It is isn’t it.” He laughs, resting his chin on his hand. “Do you?”
“Do I what?” I giggle, trying to quell the smile threatening to split my face in two.
“Dream.” He pulls his horse up to mine and locks our hands together.
I wait for a moment before answering, thinking over my answer before finally giving it a voice.
"I have never been one to dream,” I begin, averting my gaze from his. “For dreaming is meant for those who have something to hope for. And I've always known what my fate held, so what could I ever possibly hope to dream of?"
He makes a low humming sound in his throat and stops our horses as he jumps down to help me off.
“Eris,” he says as my boots hit the ground. “You have everything to dream of now, because no part of your fate is decided.”
“It’s thanks to you.” I tell him, our faces inches apart.
“Oh I’m aware princess.”
“How very modest of you.” I snort, rolling my eyes.
“Are you surprised?” He brushes a strand of my hair away from my face.
“Not even a little.” I smirk.
“I’m glad, I thought you might never learn.” I hit him on the shoulder, and not lightly.
“How utterly faithless of you!” I huff, attempting to pull away.
“Not so fast princess.” He holds me still. “You stole this faithless heart of mine, so don’t you dare think of leaving me.” His eyes are clear, unguarded.
His lips close over mine before I can reply, so I kiss him back.
I guess that I stole from the thief.
I'm actually very ecstatic for December. Even though I HATE the cold. How are you this fine evening?✨️
Here is our prompt today, ladies and gentlemen:
- Write a story about a lost princess and a thief.🌞💜 -
Have fun, and happy writing y'all!