Thief of Princes (Kid Blink x Reader)

fifty-three

𝔜𝔬𝔲 sat upright when you heard voices outside; authoritative, militant type voices questioning your presence at the palace gates. Heart in your mouth, you opened the window and stuck your head out of the carriage. 

It took only a second for one of the guards to recognize you, and his mouth dropped open in shock. The other followed soon after, and you made a quieting motion with one hand. "We need access to the king," You whispered, regretting your choice of 'we' immediately. Luckily they seemed too shellshocked to notice, scraping off a quick bow and opening the gates.

"I'll send for him, Your Highness," the senior guard murmured, shoving the younger one in the direction of the palace and closing the gates behind you. 

"Thank you." You slid to the ground outside the carriage, shouldering your pack and beckoning for Blind Diamond to follow you. 

"Who's this?" The guard's demeanor changed slightly, less bewildered and taking on a hint of challenge at the possible threat that had made its way easily past the gates. 

"He's a... an ally," You trailed off lamely. "That's not important though, we need to see my father immediately. Please see that the horses are taken care of." You started immediately for the palace, Blink trailing after you. 

No sooner had you entered the doors at the side then you caught sight of your father. You nearly burst into tears, reality catching up. You were home, and now you could let somebody else take over. Your father gave you a quick, fierce hug that somehow turned into a longer, almost-crying hug. But you made yourself pull away, you'd have time later. Or not, depending on what happened. 

"We need to talk to you. Privately," You added, looking back at the entourage of curious palacefolk the King's presence had brought. 

"Of course." Your father spared a quick, questioning glance at thPe prince next to you. "Will you want to freshen up or anything? I can't imagine you've had an easy couple days, and it will take me a minute to figure out a place for us to discuss." 

You hesitated but agreed. "That would be nice, thank you." You hugged him again and drew back a step, shooting a glance toward Blink. "Him too, probably." You spared the boy a slight smirk, not sure if your game was still going or not. You had quite a few more ideas, now that you were on your home turf and that you could hand matters over to the adults. 

"Yes, yes, of course." The king's curiosity was definitely piqued now, but he waved it off and turned back to the definitely-not-eavesdropping workers. "You heard her, Marta, if you could take her? And Jerome, if you please--." Two of them bobbed their heads in a bow, your ladies maid, who also happened to be one of your closest friends, quickly stepping up to take your elbow. 

You smiled at her as the two of you walked down the halls, followed by Jerome and the prince. "Could you do me a favor?" You asked in a whisper, darting your eyes back to the men behind you. 

"Of course," Marta smirked. "Care to elaborate?" 

You smirked back and whispered your plan in her ear. She grinned at you and nodded. "Oh, assuredly." 

A little bit of pep fell into your step as you reached your quarters. Payback time. 

*

Once you were freshly washed and dressed, as fast as you could, and had filled Marta in as much as possible in the time period-- after swearing her to secrecy of course-- you gave her a quick hug and requested to find Blink by yourself. She shot you a saucy wink and left, pointing you in the right direction. 

You adjusted the flowy gold fabric of your sari around your arms and knocked sharply on his door, waiting with a hand propped upon your hip. He opened the door nearly right away, and you smirked at him. 

He was wearing loose light brown pants and a maroon vest of sorts with the buttons undone, a common fashion in Talin among the young men currently. The vest left his arms bare and occasionally shifted to expose the muscles of his chest. You nearly blushed and looked away, but remembered your goal and how he hadn't blushed at all when you were dressed up in his colors, so you didn't. 

"I find it strange how you were so affronted when I called trousers-only 'decent' when half of the men you see every day are wearing this getup." 

His opener nearly made you laugh. You hadn't any counter, so you said, "I do like my colors on you, I have to say." You shot him a wink and turned, beckoning him to follow. 

"I like your colors on you too." He replied, falling into step next to you and giving you an approving glance. "Not as much as mine, but still." 

You gave a smirk and flicked your hair over your shoulder, letting your hips sway slightly. "Well, thank you, Your Highness." 

"Yeah." He mumbled, and you almost saw a blush on his cheeks, but then it was gone. 

So close... you'd just have to try harder. He seemed determined to recover, though, since he said,

"Well I gotta say you've got nerve, Princess." 

"How so?" 

"All that talk about my colors, and my styles, and I'm wearin' this and you're wearin' that." 

He sounded slightly accusing when he said the last word, and you smirked to yourself. Maybe he wasn't as unaffected as you thought. 

"What, this?" You said innocently, gesturing to your outfit. The gold, slightly see-through fabric wrapped enough times around your body that it wasn't indecent, lightening around your arms and towards your feet. The fabric parted in a slit on the side of your leg, reaching to your mid thigh. "This is traditional." 

"Sure." He shook his head and laughed a bit. 

"Anyway, we're here. Leave most of the talking to me. Chime in only when necessary, otherwise just try to look trustworthy." 

"Aye aye, Captain." He said with a slight smirk as you rolled your eyes and threw open the doors.