Evony

They called her a "charming girl". with that roguish smile, those gold-digger eyes, and pockets never quite empty. But charm is just a costume stitched from someone else’s skin. Evony wasn’t raised in a palace or a tower. She grew up on the run, hopping caravans, lifting coin purses, telling fairy tales laced with fangs. Eugene taught her the game, but Evony rewrote the rules. She doesn’t steal for gold. she steals for power, for stories, for secrets. There’s a reward for her in six kingdoms, yet she always slips away, leaving only the smell of perfume and the echo of laughter. In this twisted tale, she's not looking for a crown. She's looking for the strings behind the puppets. And she's not above cutting a few.