The Prince Who Stole From The Thief

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Shawn's pov

It was two past midnight when I awoke. I was feeling parched and slightly hungry because I dreamed of food. Hey don't judge me it's my mind. So I decided to go get a drink myself because the staff had to be up in three hours. I don't believe they would have appreciated being woken up. As I made my way to the kitchen I got a premonition something was gonna happen. I don't know why but there was a certain quality to the air. I started feeling apprehensive when I turned the corner. When I reached the door of the kitchen I thought I heard a thump but I dismissed it for my imagination.
I walked into the kitchen and there was a hooded figure looking through the fruit basket on the counter. I froze for a second and then noticed the open window. 'I should check into security about that' I thought. Then the figure turned towards the window and noticed me in the doorway. The figure turned around fully towards me with a knife in its hand. 'It is not an it. It's a he.'
The man looked terrified when he saw it was me, the prince, and suddenly dropped to his knees repeatedly saying ''I knew this was to happen."
"Why are you here?" I commanded.
"I simply wanted some food, your majesty." He replied.
"I can see that but why here?"
"Well, I figured you, as the royal family, could afford it. I could have stolen it from a farmer at the market but that is his life's work. If I were to have stolen it from him then I would have made him lose money. As for you, you wouldn't have missed a couple of apples disappearing."
'Well, that's interesting' I pondered, 'a thief with morals.'
I looked at him and then warily to the knife in his hand to which he noticed and said, "Oh right, here." And slide the knife to me. To his and my own surprise I picked up the knife and handed it back to him.
I then commented,"If you were going to harm me you would have done it by now. Also remove your hood so I may see the theif with morals."
He hesitated for a minute then removed the hood. He had gorgeous, and I mean gorgeous, blue eyes with little green flecks here and there. His hair was a dark brown with what looked like blonde highlights. But what drew my gaze the most was the scar that ran from left eyebrow down his cheek ending by the corner of his mouth.
"If I may ask where is that scar from?"
"A story for another time, milord"
"I don't think you are in the position to reject such questions."
"That is true but if you were going to call the guards wouldn't you have already?"
'Why haven't I called the guards yet? Here is a thief in my kitchen and I haven't done anything but converse with him.'
"So, thief with morals, how many apples did you want?" I asked grabbing a sack for some apples.
He just stared at me, dumbfounded. Stuttering and unable to form any coherent sentences.
I filled the sack with five apples and a loaf of bread. "Please rise. I hate it when people bow to me."
He rose still at a loss for words and finally decided to say, "But I trespassed into your castle and tried to steal food and your just gonna give it to me?"
"Well when I walked in here you were just looking at the apples. In my point of view you were just an unexpected guest. Now leave before a guard finds you." With that I left the kitchen and stayed outside the door waiting to hear him leave through the window. I heard him mutter "I knew he was supposed to be generous but wow." Before the sound of a closing window reached my ears.
I walked back to my room, my thirst completely forgotten, and just went over the events of what happened in my head. 'He was different then regular thieves. He never acted hostile or threatening towards me. And he was beautiful..."
I always knew I was different. I never liked the princesses past a platonic sense. I know Adria, my sister, knows of my preference and doesn't care. Mother has her suspicions and seems alright with it. But I'm not sure what Father would think. Would he disown me? Accept me? I know he has no negative feelings towards the homosexuals in our community. He even made gay marriage legal in Fruv. I'm sure he would accept me.
I opened my door and walked into my room. I walked towards the window, looked out, and swore I saw a shadow scaling the outer walls of the grounds. I went to sleep that night thinking of blue eyes with green flecks. Little did I know I would meet him again.

(A/N) I can't figure out the cast thing so let your imagination run wild. This will be a short story and I will try to finish it.