Summary
"Let's make a bet your highness, if you want this back, find out my identity. You have 13 days before I sell it."

Meet the countries current youngest prince, Cecil. Tall, striking and gay. When he catches a gorgeous thief who just so happened to be his type, a simple game led to more than he bargained for.

Is the villain in this the real villain or is it manipulation at its best?

Short prologue
Cradling his delicate body in my arms, I stare down at his face lifelessly as a knife was pressed against my neck. Hard enough to draw blood but not kill me. What should have felt raw and cold against my bare skin felt like nothing. My body numb, I could feel nothing but the pain of betrayal. The only resemblance was the physical look, but even the once thought brilliant hyacinth-blue eyes, now look lifeless and dull.
“Cecil,” the voice of my love brought me back to my senses. I glance down at him, careful not to shift because of the knife.

Now is not the time to reminisce, I need to get us out of here alive, and get back what is rightly fully my families: The Throne.