Deep in the heart of the woodlands of northern Europe, stood the mighty white, grey castle of the immortal family, with just as mighty mountains a silhouette on the horizon. The castle it's self was ancient, thick dark green vines climbed the sides of the brick walls. Then the brick it's self that was once pure white in the first days of completion, was now tarnished with grey. A gothic castle and one of the oldest that was still standing in Europe, then the large oak front doors opened into the main hall. Hundreds of servants, cooks and maids ran round the halls going about their business. Past the dining hall, past the libraries, the many guest rooms and the room of the king and queen of the castle, is where you find the room of the princess. The wall of the room lined with tall, mighty bookshelf's and in the center of the room was large queen sized bed. The covers and pillows the color of mint and at this late of an hour, the princess was not laying in this bed. Oh no, her grace was standing out on the balcony, overseeing the clearing that was down bellow. Now the princess was fair and beautiful, waist long dark brown hair that was in a thick brad tonight. With large green-blue eyes that smoldered into the hearts of men, and prefect olive skin. Soft red lips that were curved in a frown tonight and wearing a red flowing nightgown, that fit the curves of her body.

As the princess looks up at the full moon, she is unaware of the man that lurked in the shadows of the woods bellow. This man was no prince that the young maiden would wait for, but a man that she could love was unsurten. He was a man of tall built and large size, much larger than any other man alive. About five feet and ten inches, this was five inches taller than the maiden on the balcony, and has deep brown eyes. Even if of larger weight, he still had a strong jaw in his round face and strong, massive hands. This man in simple leather cloths looked up at the princess while she looked up at the moon and sighed.

"Master," A small voice came from beside the giant man. "This is not a good idea me lord."

The one called master smirked. "Why thief Todd, if I didn't know any better," He clicked his tongue. "You are getting cold feet."

The small timid thief shivered. "But my lord, it's not wise to spy on the princess like this."

"Maybe," Master chuckled. "But I've done this before timid one."

Thief Todd moaned softly as his master slowly walked into the light of the moon. "I hope you know what you're doing, Lord Dukes."

As one of the lords of the thief's guild, Fredrick Dukes stepped into the moons light; the princess on the balcony was just starting to escape her mind. When the princess smelled the thick scent of the thief, she snarled. "Who dares come on my land?"

Lord Dukes smiled up at her. "Good evening to you," He gave a deep bow. "Princess Aprill."

Aprill Lyn Fisk, princess and air to the immortal throne, scowled down at the thief. "What do you think you are going on this land thief?"

"To see the sights your majesty," Fredrick grinned. "And from here, it's a beautiful sight indeed."

She scuffed. "Keep this up thief, and I just would have to call the guards on you."

"Ahh," The lord smiled widely. "But I've done this once to two before, why now call the guards on me."

Princess laughed. "Because now you are on my nerves, peasant theif." With a flip of her thickly braided hair, she turned and walked to the door to her room.

"Then what about the other times your grace," Fredrick called. "It looked as if you enjoyed my company."

Up on the balcony, princess Aprill stopped in the door frame and glanced up at the moon. Somewhere, deep down in the depths of her immortal heart, she found the lord thief charming. That he seemed like the perfect match for her, but then she felt the ring on her finger like a ten tune weight. Even if deep down, Fredrick was who she wanted, law clearly stated that she must marry a prince and sadly a prince has come to take her hand. So above the feelings for the lord thief was the pounding blood of royalty. Fallowing the ancient laws was in her blood and courting with thieves wasn't. Aprill turned back around and looked back down to where the lord was standing. "That was then," The princess replied. "And this is now thief, now leave this land and never come back."

"Never say never your grace," The thief lord replied in turn. "You and I both know what is happening here."

"Yes," She held her chin high. "You leaving this land."

He chuckled. "No, I believe the word begins with and 'l'." Shoving a hand in his packet, he pulled a single flower. "For you my lady," The thief tossed the flower up and the princess grabbed it, even if she knew that she shouldn't have. "Pleasant dreams, wild lily." With one last bow, the thief lord stepped out of the moon's light and back into the trees. Up on the balcony, princess Aprill looked at the single flower that he gave to her. It was a large, wildly grown tigerlily, her grace's favorite. She looked up from the flower and saw that the lord was gone and with a heavy sigh , she turned in for the night.