The Thief Lord

Rin couldn't help but eavesdrop on those ignorant of her presence. She listened in on their foolish rumors—some lies, others new to her adept ears. She was no older than twenty now, still suffering under the fatal touch of his lips over hers. She heard so many say that he was bitter, no more than a mad dog lying underneath his porcelain exterior. A lie, she thought. Nothing but a lie.

Although, when they were together, one rumor was confirmed.

"He's a stealer of hearts, that unfaithful lord!" a malformed woman yelled.

Rin sniffled, "Indeed he is but a stealer of mine. The thief of all lords he so dutifully proved."