Tap tap tap on the roof of a palace. Hurried and quiet. A black haired boy carrying a duffle bag ran on top of the palace roof. Quickly and quietly
"Sh**! I'll be caught! If only that dumb prince hadn't gotten in my way..." he thought.
His footsteps were still hurried, he heard the shouting of guards, left not realizing the Prince was up ahead.
"Stop!" A blonde boy shouted.
The thief stopped in his tracks, basically frozen.
"Well, well, well...If it isn't Prince Arthur...Funny seeing you here hm?" The thief looked forward, facing the prince.
He gave a loud sigh to the prince.
"Look, Arthur, If I tell you my name will you let me go?"
"What the f*** absolutely not!"
"It was an idea though right?"
They shouted at each other before the prince demanded his name.
"Tell me your name!"
The thief rolled his eyes at the Prince's demand.
"Nixon, Nixon Leslie. Pleasure to meet you, your majesty." He bowed mockingly, his tone sour.
The Prince was about to speak when Nixon jumped off the roof, surviving miraculously.
"Ugh!!! F***!"
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The Crown Thief(Book 1)
RomanceWhen a thief is caught...It's up to him to find a way to return the crown...And NOT fall in love..
