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    The rush, the thrill, the chase, the race.


    It was all so exhilarating!


    The wind rushing through my cloak, the feel of my pounding heart, the burn in my running legs. The yell of the angry guards, the sound of the hooves of charging horses, the knowledge that I have yet again proven my worth. I have learned to love these things, to treasure them as dear as life itself, since this is what keeps me alive. Yes, I am outlawed, and yes I must hide who I am wherever I go, but those who gaze upon me aren't living my life. They do not know the struggles I live daily.


    Running, stealing, hiding, fighting. These are the only things I have ever known. Even as a young girl, I was raised in the shadows and learned such a trade quickly. If it can be called a trade at all. My name is not known, at least not my real name. All that is known of me is my threat, and my cloak. Guards now watch for me, awaiting my capture. I know, one day, my punishment will be death.

    And so I run. I do what I must to survive, and to keep the peace between my own blood. To fail to do so would be the end of me, one way or another. I have never known safety, or that of riches. No, I have only known danger and shadows. This is all I know, and this is how it will be until I go to my grave.


    { Muse A is a well renowned thief in the kingdom, though no one really knows their name. The only things that are grounded facts are that they are dressed in a cloak of black, and they belong to a small band of thieves that roam the kingdom. Everything else has been rumored to try and form some kind of person behind the mysterious cloak. It is said that they only chose to strike when it is dark, further hiding her identity. They are said to be the most talented of the band of thieves.


    Muse B is the Prince of the land. They have heard over and over the rumors and the terror that plagued their kingdom because of these thieves. They strive to bring in these thieves in hopes to restore the peace within their kingdom. However, their resolve is quickly broken when fate decides to change the playing field.


    Muse B comes into contact with a young village girl while out [reason is up for creativity]. They hit it off well, and dispirit the fact that the King wouldn't agree, Muse B continues to find the village girl. It becomes like a Cinderella story, and they begins to feel themselves falling for the commoner. A masquerade is held for their birthday [age up to you] and they invite the commoner to join the festivities, even if it wasn't highly looked upon. Little do they know that the commoner is the very enemy they are hoping to lock within the dungeon. }


    All site rules apply // Please be active at least once a day if possible // Please be able to post at least 4 sentences in low muse // Plot twists and mystery are very much welcomed // Just have fun with this!

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    ~white rose~

    ( Nineteen ~ College girl )



    Yes feel free to join!

    And yes you would be the Prince :)

    I'm glad you are here to join me!




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    Prince William Emmanuel Cardona


    William loved being out of the castle. He used any excuse he could to leave the stuffy castle and smell the freshlybaked bread of the village he would someday rule over. He happily looked out the window as the carriage bumped down the dirt road that lead to the village. He could hear the horses' hooves trotting against the dirt, kicking up dust all around the extravagant carriage he was forced to ride in. If it were up to him, he'd walk the two miles into town. His parents didn't allow it, though. Neither did his royal advisors, or the knights, or the high priest, or anyone. He was under surveillance constantly, but the village was the one place he felt free.


    The hustle and bustle of the village was much different than the castle. And the guards stepped back a bit so he was able to meet the people of the village and purchase goods. Sure, they still marched behind him like a stiff militia, but he was able to feign freedom and a sense of normalcy. He looked away from the scenery passing as the carriage came to a halt outside of the village. A guard opened the door and he was soon shuffling out. He stood tall, a grin forming on his lips as his deep, chocolate orbs fixated on the village before him.


    Once all of the guards were finally ready, he started towards the village. He took a deep breath, smelling the fresh produce and the fresh bread being made in the homes and businesses of the marketplace and village. William smiled, nodding to those as he walked in silence, murmured soft greetings to vendors. He stopped at one, humming as he looked over the freshly baked bread. He reached his hand out to take the golden-brown loaf his eyes were set on, but another hand was reaching as well. He looked up, about to apologize, but then he saw the face that belonged to the hand and he grew silent.


    She was beautiful. Her skin was creamy and looked soft to the touch. Her hair fell in long ringlets and he found himself imagining the way it would feel between his fingertips. Her eyes were by far the most brilliant feature on her face, though. They were bright and bold and held a mischievious twinkle in them that intrigued the Prince.


    "Pardon me, Miss," he murmured with a charming smile. He pulled his hand away completely, lifting an eyebrow. "Please, take it. It's still warm." He smiled softly, then bowed his head to her. "Please, let me buy it for you. I'll take that loaf and this one as well," he murmured, hending the vendor two golden coins.





    ~white rose~

    ( Nineteen ~ College girl )





    One day gone, another begins.


    Evelyn stretched slightly beneath her cloak as she entered into the village town, breathing in the smell of fresh scents of the market. This was the only time she allowed her face to be seen. Today, she was not the thief that's been causing trouble. She was not the one that was cloaked in black, stealing and running for her very life. No, today she would be the blonde village girl that lived just beyond the town.


    Her emerald gaze swept over the town around her, and she smiled softly to herself. How humorous it was that one could hide beneath the noses off all around her. These villagers greeted her and offered her food to sell, and yet they were completely unaware of all the crimes that were pinned to her name and head. Here, on days like this, it was as if she lived a second life. She had to admit that she rather enjoyed it. The life of a thief was not one that she had chosen, but one that had chosen her.


    Being the daughter of the 'bandit leader' didn't leave very much room for choice. This was all that Evelyn knew and to try to live otherwise would not be smart. She knew too much of the thieving life, and it was the only way she knew to survive. It was a tough life, rough, and unforgiving. He father followed the same guidelines. But this was all she knew, and that was that.


    But not today. 'Dear father' was away on business, and would be for quite some time. She had the liberty in these times to live as a normal village woman, though that didn't mean she wasn't closely watched.


    It had come time to gather some food and materials that she was lacking in her little shack of a home, so into town she went. First was bread, She loved the baker's bread as it was always warm and fresh when she purchased it. As she approached, she reached into her dress pocket to count the coins she carried. Just enough to get by. She reached forward to take a loaf when her hand came into contact with another, immediately being drawn back. Her eyes followed the arm up to the face of the owner, her breath hitching slightly.


    Every thief is taught important lessons, and this was one she learned quickly. Before her was none other than the Prince William, and he had just bought her bread. Her emerald orbs blinked at him for a few moments, simply trying to make sure that this was not a simple trick of the light. Sure enough, he was real, and she no doubt looked like a fool now. Regaining her composure, she curtsied to him, playing the part of the loyal villager to royalty.


    "That is very kind of you, your highness," she said as her voice came like silk and honey. She rose once more, raising her gaze to meet him again. "It is a pleasant surprise to see you in the village today." She would enjoy her 'day off' as the village girl without worries of her 'second life', but she knew she was being watched. She would have to be careful conversing with the Prince for long.




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    Prince William Emmanuel Cardona


    William smiled at her, his brown eyes holding a twinkle of curiosity. He bit his lip a moment later, his eyes dancing with excitement. He was speaking to a beautiful woman, and everything felt normal. It was a dream come true. The guards stood back, observing, but not prying, and he knew he could speak to the blonde without fear of them whispering she might be a threat to him. No. She was just a simple villager talking to a simple royal.


    "I love it here," he announced after she revealed what a wonderful surprise it was for him to be there. The tall man grinned and took a moment to look all around, his eyes finding hers after a long moment of observing the marketplace. "It's so different from the castle. And, between you and me, it smells a whole lot better..." he murmured, his tone playful and hushed so the guards wouldn't overhear and tell his father. The man turned to the vendor as the two loaves of bread were handed to him and he thanked the man softly with a charming smile. He handed her the warm loaf, tucking his in the satchel strewn across his broad chest.


    "May I ask your name, Miss?" he asked softly. "I normally like to know the names of people I buy bread for," he teased, as if this had happened before. Truthfully, he wanted to know her name so he could decide if her name suited her. It was a sorr of game he played whenever he met a new person. Many times, the holder of the name looked nothing like what they called themselves, but he had a feeling her name was just as angellic and beautiful as she was.



    ~white rose~

    ( Nineteen ~ College girl )





    Evelyn nodded a bit as he spoke of liking the village, not expecting such a thing. She figured the royalty preferred to be within the walls of their castle, away from the commoners. She also found it entertaining that he spoke of the village smelling better than the castle. And to add to it, she found it funny that he spoke in a hushed voice.


    She accepted the bread he paid for her and moved her bag out from under her cloak. She often carried it with her in town in case she had to make any purchases, hiding it beneath her cloak. Just because she was a thief didn't mean she couldn't be stolen from. "Thank you," she offered as she slipped her bread into the hold of the bag, adjusting it to carry easily. She then allowed her gaze to catch his once more, hearing him ask for her name.


    There was no harm in it, right? Those who knew her as a thief didn't know her real name. Those who knew her real name didn't know her as a thief. The only ones who knew such information were her father and those who worked beneath him. "My name is Evelyn, your highness," she answered him, deciding to entertain herself a bit. Besides, it wasn't everyday that she got some time off. Why not enjoy herself? Besides, it wasn't as if anything would last long. After this day, he will probably return to the castle to a princess, forgetting the village girl whom he bought bread for.




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    William Emmanuel Cardona


    William smiled when she revealed her name. Evelyn. The. ame suited her perfectly. The man gently reached out and took her hand, lifting it to his mouth and pressing a gentle kiss to the smooth, creamy skin on the back of her hand. His eyes flickered up to hers as he pulled away, letting her hand go to flutter back down to her side once he'd finished the gesture. He bit his lip to hide the massive, cheeky grin forming on his pink lips.


    "Evelyn. That's such a lovely name," he replied in his deep, raspy voice. He stood straight now and smiled. "Please, call me William." He bit his lip ams glanced over his shoulder at the guards, looking back at her a moment later with a hopeful look in his coffee-bean eyes. "Would you maybe like to walk with me?" he asked, his cheeks turning the lightest shade of pink at the forwardness of his question. "I hardly ever meet anyone while I'm here, and the company would be greatly appreciated. I'd love to hear more about you," he murmured. "Evelyn," he added after a brief pause. He flashed her a smile, trying not to show how hopeful he was that she would accept his offer. He ended up looking like a puppy, though, practically bouncing on his toes in anticipation.



    ~white rose~

    ( Nineteen ~ College girl )





    Once more, Evelyn was caught off guard by the Prince's actions as she had not anticipated a kiss to placed upon her hand. Nor had she expected him to act this way, though she found it rather intriguing. Her idea of how royals were seemed to be countered by Williams and his playfulness. But it was his offer to have her walk with him that made her mind whirl slightly.


    A royal walking, conversing, with a commoner was not something she had expected to see, much less participate in. However, she seemed drawn to his chocolate gaze, curiosity becoming her downfall as to what was behind this seemingly adventurous Prince. Alarms went off in her head thanks to her father and the fellow thieves, but they were not here. They may be watching, but she was sure she could play it off as an attempt to gather further information on those within the castle. Either way, she longed to soothe her curiosity.


    "Sounds lovely," she said as she agreed to walk with him. She had no other plans and shopping could hold off for a bit. It was time she had a bit of fun. It wasn't like she had much to return to anyways at this moment. Why not enjoy a little freedom while she can? Evelyn offered him a soft smile, wondering how this meeting would unfold.




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    William Emmanuel Cardona


    "Wonderful." The prince couldn't stop the broad grin from spreading over his face. He beamed proudly, his eyes soarkling with excitement. The brunette looked back at the guards, then stafted to walk, smiling when she fell in line next to him in a stroll. He buttoned his satchel up, then let his long, muscular arms hang by his side as the pair walked through the marketplace.


    "Evelyn," he began in a curious tone. "Tell me more about you. What do you do here? What's your house like?" he asked, blushing when he realized that it sounded a little creepy. "That came out a little creepy. I'm just curious. I hardly get to visit houses of villagers, so I'm not cery famiar with them." He smiled sheepishly, looking down at her, his dimples prominent in his cheeks with his ever-present, cheeky grin.



    ~white rose~

    ( Nineteen ~ College girl )





    Evelyn glanced around as she fell in line with William, trying to spy any of her fellow thieves spying on her. Every thief knew the others natural looks to help keep in touch. So far, she had not spied anyone. She was still in the clear. She glanced up as she heard his questions, noticing the dimples that came out when he smiled. She had to admit, he was very handsome.


    Though his questions were innocent, she had to be careful. She had plenty of practice of course, but one slip could point to her thieving side and get her into all kinds of trouble. "It's alright," she said with a soft smile. "I live just beyond this village. My house is rather small, and could use some attention, but it's only me out there so I don't mind much." She glanced around at the people walking by as she continued. "I come here when I have things I need to buy, such as food, but most of the time I am at home." Sounded like a natural village girl story. This part of her life was. This was what she could play off rather easily without effort.




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    William smiled softly, listening intently ss the beautiful blonde spoke. He nodded along and absorbed the information into his brain much like a spinge abaorbs water. When she finished her explanation, he smiled snd looked over at her. He could imagine her cuddled by a fire, dipping her fresh bread in coffee during one of the village's frigid snow days. The thought made his heart glow, longing for that experience more than ever now.


    "It sounds amazing. Have you ever been to the castle?" he asked. Many villagers had been to the castle, but very few had been inside. He loved to ask this question to see if he gotone if the lucky ones that had not. This way, he could describe the massive structure and tell of all the intricate nooks amd crannies he adored most.


    ooc: sorry this is terrible. I'm exhausted.



    ~white rose~

    ( Nineteen ~ College girl )





    (It's okay. I am too)

    Evelyn looked towards him as he spoke of the castle and shook her head. "No, I haven't," she said as she glanced in the direction it was in. "I don't get out very often so I haven't attended any events to go to the castle." Not only that, but she had no time to be able to do such things. Her father kept her on a tight leash so enjoyment was not something she often had time for.




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    "Really?" William asked, bewildered that she had never been to an event. She seemed like the the of girl who would fit right in in a giant ballgown and a room of singinf violins and waltzing. His brown eyes locked eith hers and he beamed. "You really must come someday," he murmured. He cleared his throat to begin his description to paint a picture for her.


    "The ceilings are a mile high and chandeliers hang nearly everywhere. Everything is a dark wood, but my father likes to keep tapestries up to brighten up the place. My favorite part is the watch tower. I go up there when I want to be alone. You can see the entire village and beyond from up there. It's beiatiful. I wish you could come see it sometime, Evelyn." He bit his lip and shot her a smile.