Thread: Trapped (LoveIsEnergy - Liam Dale)

An almost imperceptible shadow moved across the large yard surrounding the castle, the moonless and clouded night offering a unique opportunity for Flynn Rider to get a valuable prize from the royal household. Silently, the burglar sneaked inside, lock-picking a back door that led to the kitchen and service rooms. A smug grin pulling up his lips as he had hoaxed all the guards when he made his way into the prince's domains, earlier before the gates were closed. Once inside, it didn't take him long to find the way to the large corridors and lounges filled with objects worthy of great fortunes and Rider would not leave empty handed. Sadly, most of it was too large for him to take it home, finding something small wasn't going to be easy and it would probably take him a while, but the decision was made already. Room after room, and following the steps of two guards from a safe distance, Flynn felt a little more disappointed than before, but the eagerness of finding his treasure was still firmly rooted into his mind. It had been a while when he reached a smaller wooden door, dissembled between dark curtains at one of the farthest corners, away from most of the light coming in through the windows. Flynn stepped forward, watching around as he got closer, the guards would be probably finishing their round and eventually they would come back. He tried the door, it was locked, and that was always a good sign, but it would delay him, Flynn needed to be quick, open the door, take whatever that was inside and disappear, leaving no trace behind. Looking back one last time, he opened the door and stepped inside, glancing all over the small room, to find a solitary marble mainstay, a soft red velvet cushion at the top and resting upon the soft surface, a delicate crown. White gold, adorned with diamonds and emeralds, with an intricate design of flowers and leaves all around. It was obviously waiting to grace a soft haired head, it seemed like prince Phillip had everything ready for his wedding, only in the need now, of a princess. Flynn walked over the delicate piece of bejeweled gold and reached out with his right hand to take it, as his left hand moved to open his satchel, eyes slowly widening as his hand got closer and closer, a slight shiver running down his spine when his fingertips touched the polished precious metal. With this, he could take long vacations, and maybe he could even retire and go to some nice island with far better weather. He took a moment to study the crown from closer once it was on his hand, it was incredibly light, made to be unnoticed by its bearer. Rider shook his head, he had no time to waste, the guards had to be getting closer by that time and he needed to get out immediately. Quickly, he put the crown into the bag and left the room, closing the door behind him before walking away. He moved fast, looking for the easiest way out, quite sure he was far from Phillip's men, he didn't mind even running a little, the low thud of his boots echoed behind him. He suddenly stopped, hearing the far jingle of armors coming closer, from behind, and only a moment later, from the front. That was something that Flynn didn't count with, four guards, maybe more, a claustrophobic feeling began to grow in him. He needed to be faster and reach the kitchen at once, since it didn't seem like there was another way out for him. Turning back, he decided the best option was going back the way he came, and try to avoid the guards, a confrontation was something he definitely didn't want, it would be too annoying and would only delay him even more from selling his recently acquired treasure. The thief practically dragged his feet as he heard the men coming closer and he only had time to get into the nearest room before he could be seen. He pushed the door closed, making a clicking sound that seemed to fill the air, biting his lip and making a marked frown, Rider slowly stepped back, hoping the men didn't hear him, but as he walked backwards, his feet stumbled with the thick carpet covering most of the room and down to the floor he went, pushing back the first of many easels, causing a domino effect of din and wood cracking and canvas tearing apart all around him, and he couldn't do anything else than wait and pray he wouldn't be found. Or, he could open the window and sneak out to run away. That of course, was the best option. Flynn stood up and looked around, the room was a mess and the way to the window was covered by the fallen easels and unfinished paintings. He swallowed, and focused on his goal, one foot after the other, he walked upon the wood trying not to make much noise, the window wasn't really far, but it looked like it would take him an hour to walk across the few feet between him and his escape.