Being the elusive, or rather, the exclusive lover of the Grand Duke's wife, Dekka; King of Thieves, had a reputation to live up to. But things were growing dangerous, more dangerous than the thief had realized, and his time in the capital was running out where a man as famous, dangerous and with such a hefty bounty as he could safely navigate undetected and unscathed. The letters were more than he could handle, and he had visited her again- despite knowing full well in his guts that it could cost him big this time- and well...
It seemed as if his luck was running out. He wasn't sure how it happened or how he had managed to get out of it, but he had a run in with the guards and had been chased like a dog all over the city, and by the time he finally had some reprieve, he collapsed against the side of a building in an alleyway, blood sputtering out from his lips as he clutched his bleeding gut and doubled over, vomiting blood onto the floor.
The guards had been merciless, but hopefully if he was to die too, a few of those fuckers had gone down from the fight. But if there hadn't been so many damn mordecai in the city they would have all paid. But as it turned out, even the lucky and famous 'King of Thieves' was feeling the effects of being a human, a mortal just like everyone else, and another cough of blood proved it as he keeled over, feeling as if he were hacking out his lung, or even his heart. And there he remained, slumped over, barely able to keep his head lifted as wounds all over his body were gushing blood.
And after a moment he found himself laughing. Well, he supposed if he were goign to die, it might as well be after he had a fun night bedding his queen.