She was weak.
She was obedient.
She always listened.
Ava Mays was the good girl and she had the weakness of not being able to say no. She would always listen to her mother, she would do literally anything her mother asked of her.
Literally, Legitima...
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Ava's POV T
homas smiles brightly, his teeth briefly flashing in the sunlight.
I hesitantly smile back. Clearing my throat, I ask him, "What exactly is it that you want me to do?"
His smile fades and he replies, "Well, let's just say that something terrible happened, I can't really go into what it exactly is, but there's this document and it has information that I really need for my plan to work." He pauses and stares fixedly into my eyes, taking a deep breath he continues, "Your part in all of this, is, well, I need you to go and get the document. I will admit, it'll be a bit difficult, you have to sneak into someone's house, grab the document, and leave as quickly as you came. Don't stick around, not even for a minute and, most importantly, don't get caught."
My mind whirls around, trying to process all the new information. Question upon question piles in my mind.
"How exactly do I sneak in? In case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly a high-class spy," I say.
He lets out a light chuckle. "I'll help you with that, to be honest, I'm kind of surprised you agreed so easily."
I reply teasingly, "Well, you are my future king."
His eyes twinkle and he sweeps into a perfect bow before lightly kissing my hand. "And you are my future queen."
My hands tingle where his lips had touched my skin, but I brush the feeling off.
As Thomas rises up out of his bow, I ask, "Why can't you hire someone to do this? You're the prince, I'm sure a guard or someone else would be much better than me."
His eyes hold mine and he replies, "Well, one, I don't know them well enough for this and, two, I don't trust them."
I smile and bite my cheeks, trying very hard not to blush. "How exactly do I break in?" I ask.
He replies, "I wanted to make it easier on you because you're actually doing this for me, I went and forged a copy of the keys of the house."
"Smart," I say.
Smiling at my compliment, he continues, "Also, I got you a special pair of shoes, they have a type of material on their treads so they don't make any noise when you walk."
"Smart again," I mutter.
"Finally I - uh - got a knife, just in case something happens," he says.
My head snaps up to look at him and I say, "Wait, is something going to happen?"
He shakes his head, "No, nothing should happen, but just in case it does, use it."
