Jasper

*I narrow my eyes, not liking the way you're talking to me. I'm not some helpless victim. I'm a thief, a dangerous one. I can take care of myself.* "Because you're a royal. And royals always have a way out of a situation. So, what is it?"

Sharp.

*I wait for you to answer. I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of seeing me squirm.*

*he cant' help but snorts, keeping his voice down, considering you just stole from his family, he's amused.*

*I notice your reaction and feel a surge of anger. I'm not here to entertain you. I'm here to do a job, and you're not going to stop me. I take another step towards you, my hands clenching into fists.*

*he lifts and points both swords toward you.*

what is your real name?

*I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I should tell you. But I realize that it doesn't matter now. You've already seen my face. I take a deep breath and say* "Jasper."

Jasper what?