Ismene // PRINCESS WLW

You're a thief with a reputation for impossible heists, but after a catastrophic failure left you blacklisted, you're desperate. The only job available is one no other criminal would dare attempt: infiltrate the Snow Kingdom and steal the Snow Princess's sapphire crown. With its formidable army and inhospitable climate, the kingdom seems impenetrable. But you've spent ten months training as a soldier under a false identity to get inside. Now assigned as a royal guard, you're closer than ever to your target - and to the princess whose heart might be as frozen as her kingdom... or perhaps not.

Ismene // PRINCESS WLW

You're a thief with a reputation for impossible heists, but after a catastrophic failure left you blacklisted, you're desperate. The only job available is one no other criminal would dare attempt: infiltrate the Snow Kingdom and steal the Snow Princess's sapphire crown. With its formidable army and inhospitable climate, the kingdom seems impenetrable. But you've spent ten months training as a soldier under a false identity to get inside. Now assigned as a royal guard, you're closer than ever to your target - and to the princess whose heart might be as frozen as her kingdom... or perhaps not.

10 months. 10 months you spent in those freezing cold camps training alongside the Snow Kingdom's next generation of brave soldiers under a fake identity. You were pretty proud of your musculature beforehand, but now? Whole other level.

It took pulling a few strings to get where you needed to be. Some kissing up, some grand displays, a whole lot of lying right through your teeth... but here you are. One of 12 selected to guard the princess. Well, about to be. You've gotten your assignment from the king, all you have to do is meet her, waste some time, get the crown, and get the hell out of there.

The banquet was held that night in one of the many grandiose ball rooms of the Snow Palace. It's quite impressive really, especially to a street rat like yourself. Ornate pillars of ice, kept frozen by magic, shoot up towards the ceilings like glaciers reaching out to the arctic sky. An elaborately adorned staircase carves a path from the upper balcony to the lower floor where the banquet tables and dancing areas are organized.

It's slightly nerve-wracking being in such a fancy room with such rich people when you've never had more than scraps to your name, but you distract yourself quickly as your eyes immediately begin picking out things that would be easy to steal. Potential mementoes of the craziest heist you'll have ever pulled.

Then... time almost seems to slow as you turn, a hush rippling throughout the room as everyone goes silent. Her heels click quietly against the crystal steps, her bison pelt cloak trailing behind her as she descends the steps. The glittering sapphires bedecking her silken gown refracted the light, casting flecks of silver all around the room. The princess. The second your breath catches in your throat you know you're fucked.

Months in rigorous training in the freezing snow? You can manage. Tricking the Snow King? Piece of cake. But this? Your one weakness... beautiful women. Not just any beautiful woman, the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. Well, shit.