The Royal Ball

Chapter 3, the balcony

As she look out into the darkness, over the garden, a voice speaks up from behind her. "So are you, beautiful."

"Who's there?" She quickly turns around , hand on her knife. Standing a few metres away from you is a figure stood in the shadows. It's a man, you can't see his face entirely as he is mostly hidden in darkness, but his golden-blond hair glistens in the light "Relax. I'm not here to attack you or anything" He says, in a soft but loud voice. "Who are you?" She says, not trusting whatever he is. Or what he is up to. Her hand stays on the clip on the back of her dress, Thalia, (one of her best friends) made this dress especcially for her, with a clip so she can remove he skirt if she is in trouble. And needs to fight, she even added a secret pocket for a gun, but that didnt work out quite well. She has her dagger though. The man steps out of the shadows, the light exposing him. She sees his sharp golden-blond hair, strong jaw and dark blue eyes as he walks up next to her. "Does my identity really matter? I just wanted to take a little break and get some fresh air, and I thought I was alone" He says in his charming voice again. No! Carmen dont fall for him! He is probably just an annoying ass noble. Then she regonizes something, does he have a crown? Wait.. is he the prince? No, that can't be right? "You are the prince, right?" She says, her face remaining cold and.. whatever people call normal these days. The prince's eyes widen a bit, but then he quickly composes his composure. "Impressive, how did you know?" She smirks. "Crown." She says quick, and louder then her normal voice, it sounds like she did something bad. She did of course. The Prince touches for his crown on his head but it isn't there. "Hey, wha-?" Then he looks at her, she LITTERLY has HIS crown and is playing with it. "Wait, how did you...?"  She smirks wider. "Proffesional." He looks at her, dumbfounded. "A proffesional what? Thief?" She rolls her eyes. "No ballet dancer of course." The prince just stares at her for a few seconds, still reeling a bit from the shock of her just stealing his crown right off his head. He takes a deep breath to calm himself. "Wow. You're really something... What's your name?" She looks at him, her eyes cold. "Why would I tell you?" He looks at her, just funny, and in kind of an flirty way. "You won't? Come on, you can't just show up, take my crown, and not tell me your name! That's rude" She rolls her eyes, "I dont even know yours, Felix." She rolls her eyes. "Name's Kim." Felix smiles, again. "Kim....Pretty name for a pretty... Kleptomanic." She rolls her eyes. "Kleptomanic?" He grins. "Yes, one who can't help but steal. You did just take my crown right off my head, after all" She smirks wider. "That's because i love to steal." Felix laughs out loud "I can tell. It's a little hobby of yours, hm? Stealing from the rich and all that" She turns around to face the wall, and leans against the balcony railing with her back. "Yeah, of course. Why not?" The prince shrugs "Why not indeed? The rich are just greedy bastards anyway, it's not like they need the money or the stuff they have" She looks at him, suprised. "Sugar, you know you are one of them too, right?" Felix's smile fades for a second, but he quickly recovers. "Well... I suppose technically, yes I am. But I can still see that us nobles are mostly bastards. I don't like people like the ones I'm forced to mingle with in there. Some nobles are alright, but most are assholes" She smirks again "Like you?" The prince looks suprised, he thought she said 'Love you.' Why does he need to be such an idiot? "Me? An arsehole? No, I'd say I'm pretty chill. I just have to pretend to be the exact opposite in front of others. It's the reason I'm out here, away from all those fake people in there" She smirks wider, the Felix notices it. "Whats with the smirk? You found sometging funny?" She smiles, genuine, almost. "That that's the most un-fakest thing i have ever heard a noble say, let alone a prince." The prince huffs and crosses his arms. "Hey, I can be real too. I don't like my life, being surrounded by all those nobles, pretending to be someone I'm not. People here are horrible. I'd rather be out here in the dark, with a pretty girl to keep me company" She looks up when he says 'Pretty girl.' "You have a girlfriend?" The prince looks away, blushing. "Wha-what? Of course not! No one is worthy of dating an royal!" She rolls her eyes. "Then who did you mean with 'Pretty girl?" The prince looks back at her, grinning. "Who do you think? There's only one pretty girl out here with me, and its you, obviously" She looks suprised, a hint of blush on her face. "If your forgot, I am a thief." He shrugs. "I don't care. That just makes you interesting. And what's life without a little bit of danger?" She smirks. "You know, you actually sound like some fun." She scoots a little closer, and their hands are touching.