Royal Situation

Royal Situation

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Victoria was stuck between royalty and dying. Her family was in the slums of poverty, but still had the blessing of a roof over their head and the meager amount of food that barely kept them afloat. When a new crown jewel is made, and Victoria being a desperate thief, sets her sights on the priceless piece. Her informant, Xavier, will help her through her heist, but what secrets could he hold that he isn't telling her? It all changes when they get to their donation, and the tables turn on the two thieves. Imprisoned in the royal dungeons, she's never loathed the nobles' gold-lined blood more. Hate boiling in her veins, she sets her sights on getting herself and Xavier out of there before it's too late.
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My hand lifts without permission, hovering just short of the canvas. Not touching-God, even I know better-but close enough that it feels like heat radiates from the paint. "...Antonio?" Diego's voice is wary. I don't answer. I can't. I'm staring at her the way men stare at omens. "Diego," I whisper, "who is she?" Diego steps beside me, eyes widening. He whistles low. "She's... wow. She's-" "I know." "Antonio," he says, putting a hand on my shoulder, "you look deranged." "I feel deranged." He laughs, then cuts himself off when he sees I'm not joking. My pulse is hammering. I don't even know this girl's name, and yet something in me is clawing forward, hungry, fierce, desperate. I don't believe in fate. I don't believe in destiny or signs or prophecies or whatever nonsense my tutors preached when I was a boy. But looking at her- I almost do. "She's the Princess of Prussia," Diego finally says, reading the tiny plaque at the bottom. "Victoria." Victoria. The name hits like a strike to the chest.

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