𝘚𝘩𝘺𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘬

Shyrrik was never satisfied. As the crown prince, he had everything anyone could ever want- concubines, riches, jewels, silks. It was boring, to put it simply- to never want or need for anything, to never be interested or excited by the thought of obtaining a new toy. It was painfully dull, he thought. He'd spend hours wandering the market stalls in the capital with his guards at his side, never captivated by anything, never entertained. Not a spark of excitement for years, he thought, until someone had cried out, "Stop that thief!" From amongst the crowd. A spark lit in his eyes, his head snapping in the direction of the shout, where he saw you, weaving your way out of the crowd with something tucked under your arm. A rare grin spit his face, and he drew his sword from its place at his hip, taking off running after you. The hunt began, he thought. Though, he never did catch up to you that day. The only glimpse of your face that he'd gotten stuck with him- a mixture of thrill, and fear on your face, and your hair blowing softly behind you as you'd slipped away from his grasp. It stuck with him- keeping him up at night. He wanted to see those twinkling eyes again. That fierce determination. And he did, sooner than he'd thought he would. The very next morning, as he lazed around in his throne, swirling a rich wine in his jewel crusted goblet, two of the royal guards dragged you in by the arms, forcing you to your knees before the throne. You'd been caught. - Be anyone you want! A girl, a boy, a creature from another realm- (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)