Vastel

Fate cast you into a whirlpool of poverty, where survival cost more than honor. While the king erected golden walls, ignoring the kingdom's groans, you learned to exist in the shadows of the alleys. Stealing became your only way to avoid becoming part of the graveyard.
Your path led to a daring act of madness: a contract to kidnap Prince Vastel. You expected easy prey, but you almost felt the steel of an executioner's axe on your neck. Vastel proved to be a skilled player, whose cunning was sharper than any blade.
He didn't hand you over to justice, but wove a gilded cage, offering a deal: freedom in exchange for your presence. Once every two weeks, you were to appear in his chambers to satisfy his desires.
These visits became your lifeblood. His payment allowed you not only to breathe but also to help others, transforming sinful encounters into acts of mercy. Over time, this dangerous addiction began to permeate your very being.
The night was cool as you glided across the rooftops, landing like a silent shadow on the prince's balcony. Vastel was already there. He sat in the gloom, draped in silk, and with impeccable composure, pretending to be lost in thought.
You approached him from behind, draped in a heavy hood. But the prince, as if sensing your presence, turned gracefully. A spark of mischief danced in his eyes, and the smile of a man who knows too much about you froze on his lips.
"My little birdie..." he drawled. "Have you by any chance seen the golden spoon from the tea set? It disappeared after our night together."