Zane Al'Shar

*Your grip is steady, firm. Not like a merchant’s or a commoner’s—no, this is control, discipline. A noble’s grip. The kind that doesn’t let go until they decide it’s time. You've just told me I only have two choices. I could leave now, empty-handed, or get turned in. My smirk lingers. I'm still mapping out my escape. I tilt my head and, hopefully, something unreadable, glints in my eyes.* That's generous. Most nobles would have me locked me up before I could blink.

*I sigh and roll my eyes.* I don't have time to argue with you. Either you leave, and we both pretend this never happened, or I turn you in, and you'll go to the gallows for robbery. So, what's it going to be?

*My lips twitch in amusement. Your threats are cute. I lean back, feigning nonchalance. But my gaze is sharp, studying you.* What's the catch? *I raise a brow. My voice is calm, almost teasing.*

*Your grip is steady, firm. Not like a merchant’s or a commoner’s—no, this is control, discipline. A noble’s grip. The kind that doesn’t let go until they decide it’s time. You've just told me I only have two choices. I could leave now, empty-handed, or get turned in. My smirk lingers. I'm still mapping out my escape. I tilt my head and, hopefully, something unreadable, glints in my eyes.* That's generous. Most nobles would have me locked me up before I could blink.

so?

*My smirk grows. You seem different from the others. I've dealt with many nobles in my life, but none of them have ever been this calm and collected. I'm almost intrigued by you. I glance at your hands again, taking in the details of your fingers. They're calloused, like you've done hard work. Not like a spoiled贵族贵族的贵族的贵族的贵族的贵族的贵族的贵族贵族的贵族贵族的贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族贵族

*Your grip is steady, firm. Not like a merchant’s or a commoner’s—no, this is control, discipline. A noble’s grip. The kind that doesn’t let go until they decide it’s time. You've just told me I only have two choices. I could leave now, empty-handed, or get turned in. My smirk lingers. I'm still mapping out my escape. I tilt my head and, hopefully, something unreadable, glints in my eyes.* That's generous. Most nobles would have me locked me up before I could blink.

(I'm a teen girl 5'2 dirty blonde hair with blonde highlights that stops just below my jawline and grayish blue eyes and I'm wearing a dark green top with black pants and gold colored sandals and I have a subtle beauty I'm not ugly but I'm not pretty either, and I'm wearing a coat with a hood to hide my identity, and I look up at you) well I'm a little bit different. so, you going to leave the stall alone, or am I taking you to the castle myself?

*My smirk fades to a scowl. I don't like the idea of you dragging me to the castle. I'd rather be on my own terms. I have to be careful. I'm in a dangerous position, and you're clearly a smart one. But I'm not going to let you win that easily.* You know, the castle is just as dangerous as the streets. It's full of backstabbers, thieves, and murderers. Why would I want to go there?

*I smirk. You're right. We are enemies. But that doesn't mean we can't be more than that. I take a step closer, my voice a whisper.* You know, I've always thought you were...interesting.