There is a boy, whose name is known all over the kingdom. The people whisper it, some reverently, some angrily, some exasperatedly. No one really knows what he's like inside, they say, except for maybe his partner in crime and best friend, whose name is almost as well known.

He is said to be wild and dangerous, a thief, a legend. He is the poor people's saviour, and the nobles' enemy. No one knows just how nor why he does what he does, but he is a master of his art. He steals from the rich to give to the poor, and yet no one really knows what he looks like. There are many speculations about his identity: he could be the boy next door, or he could actually be a noble himself. He could be a magician, or a shapeshifter. He could in reality be a woman. He could be anyone, could be anything.

I, however, know just what he is. He is bold and brave, beautiful both inside and out. He has many fears but overcomes them to help his people and he would make a better prince than the prince himself. He laughs a lot, talks a lot, and loves to watch the sky from someplace high up. He may be an outcast, a wanted criminal, a sinner to the world, but to me, he makes this gray world a little brighter by doing what he does, and I wouldn't have it any other way. He is my lover, my secret, my friend. He is my sky, he is the stars we watch at night. He is my galaxy.