by Soli Shin
Love unmounted waits at a normal stance with normal clothes-- no indication of what’s to come. Adorned only with a sense that all your worries will not cease, rather, quieted into comfortable complacency. But then, It is revealed: the thief is not a robber at all, but a Prince, and he empties out the bag, tumbling jewels into the bathtub like they’re worthless.
