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Heart of Audrilluria- Chapter I; Simplicity

Modern Fairytale AU

Prince!Tom Hiddleston x Theif!Reader

“Tell me again what we’re after?” Y/N asked for the umpteenth time since they arrived at the airport. After being in the airport for seemingly endless hours,Y/N and Amelia were almost to the entrance of the terminal. The airport, as usual, was crowded with people who’d spent an unbearable amount of hours there. Whether it was business, leisure, or family visits, everyone had somewhere to go. Simple people living simple lives. Y/N had almost forgotten what that looked like. Usually, when she traveled, it was to a specific place for a specific target. Today was no different. 

This time around, they were boarding a flight to Blythenon, an Isle directly in the center of the North Sea. It’s only about 5,512mi sq.(about the size of Puerto Rico) and despite its relatively close distance to the United Kingdom, Norway, and Germany, it has its own government. The island has a population of about 3.254 million and is home to the Kingdom of Audrilluria. Even in the 21st century, people still ruled as kings and queens.

The benefit to this, in Y/N’s eyes, is that instead of having to charm a rich man and take his money after a few distasteful dates, she had a specific target that required little to no up-close interaction with the Kingdom’s nobility. 

“We are after a necklace called the Heart of Audrilluria.” Amelie reminded her with a snarky tone. “It’s the crown jewel most valuable to the country. The necklace itself is worth more than $900 billion. There is a replica worth only half, but it’s still substantial. The target is the authentic necklace, but if we can get our hands on the replica, it would be hard to tell it apart from the original.” Y/N nodded, the wheels in her head turning. She already began to develop a plan to get to their target without creating suspicion to the presence of the supposed daughters of the Spanish Marquess. 

“What’s your plan?” Amelie asked, knowing the look on her sister’s face all too well. “I’m working on it. So far, it’s the same as always; find someone close enough to the target, form the false-bond, and wait for the perfect moment.” Y/N replied, a hint of a smirk graced her features. 

“Ah yes,” Amelie teased, “The ol’ reliable false-bond.” She giggled, earning a playful glare from Y/N. “Hey,” she retorted, “How many times has the false-bond made a job quick? How many times were other methods we’ve tried failed?” Amelie laughed once more. Every time they fight, the reliability of the false-bond somehow makes its way into the conversation. 

“Ok, ok! Just don’t let the false-bond plan keep you from boarding the plane,” Amelie snorts as she walks past her sister to the entrance of the terminal. 

Y/N sighs and starts to follow Amelie. This is the first time the target was worth more than a few million. This was a high-risk job that required more than just a false-bond approach. If any little thing were to go wrong, they were screwed for sure. If they failed, being permanently incarcerated in a foreign country was the very least of her worries. They had a lot more to lose than their own lives. The entirety of the flight would be spent devising plan A through Z and an “In case of Emergency” per plan. 

This was going to be a long flight.

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Prince Thomas William Hiddleston of Audrilluria, soon to be king. This single thought circled his mind endlessly as he looked at himself in the mirror. Dressed to the nines in his royal white and gold garments, he prepared himself, more mentally than physically, for the upcoming onslaught of questions from the press. This is something he should be used to, but there is more pressure on him now that his father, King James, is bestowing the throne to him. 

It’s not so say he was unprepared for the upcoming coronation. His father taught him all he needed to know. He simply felt that there were certain things he wouldn’t experience. Amongst those were working an honest job, learning from personal mistakes, and truly falling in love. After he is crowned, there would be a high expectancy for him to find a queen. It would be rushed and not feel genuine.

Thomas sighed, looking away from the mirror to the window beside it. He was conflicted between the acceptance of responsibility that comes with the throne and longing for some sort of normalcy. Maybe it just wasn’t for everyone. 

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. He turned to find that the person that interrupted him was none other than his beloved cousin, Charles. 

“Am I catching you at a bad time,” Charles asked making his way into the room. Thomas shook his head, “Not at all cousin. You know you are always welcome.” Charles gives him a puzzled look, “Are you sure? Brooding while looking over your kingdom seems like something to be done in privacy. Are you practicing for when you become king?" 

Thomas chuckled, shaking his head slightly. He walked up to his cousin and fixed the slightly messy tie from Charles’s suit. "Is there a reason you’re here, or are you simply making sure I haven’t run away before I address the people?" 

Charles smirks, "Actually yes, I’m making sure you don’t run away to that life you dream of so fondly.” He knew all too well that Thomas dreamed of the simple life he would never get the chance to experience on his own.“I’m also here to inform you that we need to start making our way to the meeting room. You wouldn’t want to make the press wait too long and begin to spread rumors!” Charles walked out of the room as suddenly as he came in, leaving Thomas alone once more.

“The rumors would be the very least of my worries today,” Thomas said to the empty space his cousin once occupied. It was true that he wouldn’t experience simplicity with his lifestyle. It’s so odd how something so trivial could be seen as a luxury to him. He’d been in the spotlight all his life, so why was this just now bothering him? 

Thomas shook his head, it was best he didn’t think about such things now. He had to give his royal address regarding the next two weeks. He could think about that after the press. After all, two weeks was enough time to come to terms with his future arrangement as king. The next two weeks would be his final goodbye to the life he longed for since childhood. 

For now, he had to put on a show for the media. They’ve waited long enough, he thought to himself as he finished the final touches on his garments before heading out the door. Let the show begin.

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A/N: First Chapter done!! Let me know what you think!! Chapter 2 will be posted sometime next week!

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