Thank heavens and all the gods up there.
Elated is an understatement. She was way beyond just happy, seeing how the opportunity presented itself just when she was about to lose hope. I'll be home soon.
She eyed the man carefully. Inching closer at the scene; trying to act like a regular passer by.
The man shifted in his position. Gaze pass her. Her heart skipped a beat. As he grabbed more broken pieces and handing them over to the old lady, his silver hair (or at least what managed to escape its tie) fell on his shoulders in a graceful manner. His hair was long and straight. Beautiful was perhaps the only description she could give, for it truly was.
Nobles and their capriciousness. Surely, he's spent a lot to maintain such lovely hair. Hate it as much as she want, she can't help but think of it's owner. If his hair shows as much, what more lies behind that mask of expensive cloth he seemed to purposely used to cover his face.
A face started to form in her thoughts, and her heart started to race. She shook her head, as if it would help delete the thought. Her nerves are showing. Calm down! She muttered to herself. She had done this a thousand times before. Though it was always with an unguarded shop or stall or at night when the people she'd stole from were all gone to dreamland.
This, is definitely not her usual thing.
When she looked again, the guy had already paid the old lady for what damage had been done and had started to walk away.
My, that was some handsome amount of money she saw back there. Money that will soon be hers. Money that she'd buy food and supplies with.
She followed him. Trying to be stealthy.
Just a bit more. She thought as she's only an arms length from him. From the bag of coins dangling from the belt on his waist.
Just grab and go. And grab she did.
Huh. She released a breath she didn't know she was holding.
I did it.
Not.
She'd learned that too late; when she felt a strong grip on her wrist, dragging her back from the direction she just had turned from.
The grip was hard and firm, that it would leave a bruise after for sure. But the hands that held her were definitely warm, and soft, and gentle.
Yes, gentle. They seemed more of a woman's than that of a man's. Compared to her calloused hands that were the result of hard labor, his were exquisitely beautiful.
The feel of his hand was the last thing she remembered before giving in into the darkness.
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FanficRin. She's one stubborn girl. She keeps at her antics and always get into trouble. This time too. She wasn't suppose to have crossed paths with him. He who is of royal blood. But she just had to try and steal his money to keep the promise she gave t...
