Hey a! I love reading your work so much-- I was wondering if you can do a continuation of the snippet with the female theif and the Ruthless Prince? That one is just marvelous.
“You want me to steal for you?” It was laughable, it was positively sick. “You must have been dropped on the royal head as a child if you honestly think I’m going to do that.”
“You would prefer then to have your hands cut off?” the prince returned. “Hands, feet, those pretty eyes. Can’t very well covet what you can’t see.”
She flushed with rage at his smirk, at his audacity, at her own chilly fear that seeped through her most of all. She could picture it - the pain, and the uselessness of it. She’d be some beggar girl discarded and unrecognizable on the street.
“You are good at what you do,” he said, releasing her hair. Her scalp prickled with the sudden loss of pressure. “I can make you even better. And, as far as I see it, you have a debt to pay for all you have stolen from me.”
“I’ll pay it back to you in my contempt,” she spat, trying to hide the quiver in her voice. “As far as I’m concerned it’s the only thing I owe you.”
His smile flashed, shining and beautiful and so very cruel.
“Contempt won’t keep you whole and warm at night. It won’t make you somebody.”
“Why do you want me to steal for you? You have enough.”
“I have what is owed me. Whoever got anywhere thinking that was enough? There are other things to steal than trinkets,” he said. “Things that are difficult to take with a face like mine, people remember me you see. But you…my nothing thief…you come and go everywhere, I’ve seen it.” He held her black mask back up to her face, as if testing it. “You can be anyone I tell you to be.”
Her mind whirred. Other things to steal than trinkets?
“You mean secrets,” she said, mouth dry. “Information. Spying.”
“The most precious prize in the world.”
She stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest.
It wasn’t like she had to actually do it, right? All she had to do was play along long enough to run, without her hands cut off. She could find some tiny corner of the world where he couldn’t reach and - and then what? She would be in a tiny corner of the world, far flung and forgotten. She would look over her shoulder and be afraid because he’d seen her face. And he would continue doing what he did, until his greed swallowed up even that small corner because nothing was enough.
“Of course,” he said, studying her. “Everything has it’s perks, once you have paid what you owed me. It shouldn’t take you long, if you’re as talented as you think you are. I know value when I see it. I’m sure you do too. A prince’s favour is no small thing.” He ghosted the back of his knuckles along her cheek, eyes fixed on her.
“And here I thought you were threatening me.”
“I’ll do anything to get what I want,” he shrugged. “It’s up to you on which method you want me to take, as the end result will be the same. I’m simply laying out your options for you. Some people feel better blackmailed and forced into things, it soothes their moral pride to think that they couldn’t have said no. Others prefer a…sweeter touch. The rewards.”
It was true, too, that she could probably steal anything in the world with his patronage and his coin. He was about as powerful as he was hated. He could make life better for a lot of people, if only he considered it worth his while to do so. She released a shaky breath between her teeth.
His hand dropped abruptly, bored, and let her mask drop to the floor too like just some other discarded thing.
“You know my reputation, thief.” He straightened. “If I can’t have what I want, no one else get’s to have it either. Right now that’s you.”
“Aw, you’ll make me blush.”
“As I please it,” he replied. “Now, lovely thief, are you mine or not?”
God, she hated herself. God, she wasn’t going to let him win. This was a blip, nothing more.
His smile was back abruptly. “I want you to say it, thief.”
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