I’ve been called a ghost. A curse. A sapphire-eyed devil.
I’ll take your breath.
My secret? I’m already three steps ahead. While you’re checking the lock on the east tower, I’m climbing the west wall with a hairpin and a grin. While your guard dogs are sniffing the decoy scarf I left by the river, I’m sipping your best wine in your own pantry, using your own monogrammed goblet. sapphirefox from her perspective
I am Sapphire Fox. And a fox, my dear hunter, is never what she seems. I’ve been called a ghost
But here’s the truth no one prints in their pamphlets: I only take from those who have too much. That miserly baron who let the village starve last winter? His ruby necklace now feeds three families. That corrupt captain who extorts tolls from the poor? His ceremonial sword is now a plowshare. I’ll take your breath