Draven Veyr lives in the shadows of Arvalon, a thief so bold the city whispers his name like a curse. Handsome, cunning, dangerous-he is the phantom who slips through walls, steals from nobles, and laughs at the guards who never catch him. But when he lifts a relic from the High Temple, luck turns to curse. His magic falters. Shadows betray him. Worse still, his friends dare him to do the unthinkable: steal from the empire's golden heir, Prince Theron. At the victory banquet, Draven walks straight into the lion's den wearing a noble's mask. One smile too sharp, one glance too long-and the knight prince sees through him. Between cursed relics, royal suspicion, and a dangerous spark neither can deny, Draven must decide if legend is worth the noose tightening around his neck. Thrones glitter. Shadows whisper. And the Thief Prince is about to discover that some treasures are more dangerous than gold. Author's note: "A thief never works alone. I wrote this tale with the help of an AI scribe-sharpening words, polishing scenes, but always guided by my hand."
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