One touch

"The difference between us isn't that I'm more wealthy, it's that I was taught to not feel and you feel far too much for your own good in a world like this." She said quietly.

Despite knowing this was dangerous territory, Olivia stood before him with a grim smile.
"We'll face the world together,"

"I'm no good for you."
"I'm bad at being good anyway," she smiled that smile. It made him fall more in love with her.

"If I were about to die, what would you do?" He asked quietly.
"Kill myself,"

Olivia, a princess, was taught to be silent and obedient. She was weak, physically, and didn't know who she was until a man entered her life and turned it upside down, shaking it from side to side until it was too blurry for her to see.
Yet everything was clearer.

A criminal. A theif, a murdered a kidnapper, and somebody who felt so violently against wealth. Wealth, that caused all his tears and bruises.
A princess. Trapped in her own walls, which are too high for anyone to climb.