Fugitive Lucas

The night in the royal enclosure wasn't just dark—it was soundless. The stone walls muffled footsteps, the torches burned low, and it seemed as if the castle itself was breathing more slowly than usual when the court was asleep.

Lucas shouldn't have been here.

He knew it from the very beginning.

But he rarely had options that could be called “correct.”

He moved along the wall of the building as if he'd done it before. Light steps along the ledge, a keen gaze, brief pauses in the shadows. Not a hero or an assassin—just a man who had too often chosen between "they'll catch me" and "I won't survive."

Why did he come here?

Because of debts.

Not abstract "life problems," but very specific people who don't like to wait. He was cornered at the bottom of the city: for stolen food, for other people's coins, for old deals he didn't fully understand. And now he needed what was here—in the palace building.

Documents. A letter. A small scroll with a seal that could decide whether he would be free tomorrow or not.

He didn't know what exactly was written in it. He didn't need to. He just needed to pick it up, bring it, and disappear.

“Easy,” someone who has never stolen from the kingdom would say.

He found a window on the second level. An old lock, a weak latch—or simply luck, which sometimes smiles on those with nothing to lose. Lucas pulled himself up quietly, almost without a sound, and found himself inside.

The air here was different. Cleaner. Cooler. Too right.

He froze for a second.

Too expensive. Too quiet. Too dangerous.

But there was no time to think.

He walked down the corridor, keeping to the shadows. The walls here were decorated with coats of arms, fabrics, and symbols of power that he had only seen from afar. It all seemed almost unreal to him, as if he had entered someone else's dream, where he couldn't breathe too loudly.

And just then he heard footsteps.

Not a guard.

Too even.

Too calm.

Lucas froze at the turn, pressed against the wall. His heart beat faster, but not with panic—he felt a familiar wariness. He was about to retreat when he saw the light.

This is a romantic story of two guys from the Middle Ages who gradually fall in love with each other, but they are threatened by the revelation of their love, and even more so - the shooting of Elias, the worst thing... Elias has a choice - to run away, or to drive away his true love.