Summary: Pretending to be a noblewoman might be the dumbest thing Emma has ever agreed to do. And she’s not sure if meeting Lord Killian Jones made the whole thing better or worse. (Better. Definitely better.)
Rating: T (language and mild violence)
Beta: The wonderful @forget-me-not-s
Artist: The lovely @captxinswans (link to her art for chapter 1 will be added here later)
Word count: 6032 (62k words in total)
A/N: After trying to write this story for months, I signed up for the @captainswanbigbang in hopes that it would help motivate me to actually finish the story. And now, half a year later, I can’t believe I’m sharing it with the world! I know for sure that I couldn’t have done it without my wonderful beta and friend Aina (forget-me-not-s), as she encouraged me to sign up in the first place and gave me hope when I thought everything I wrote sucked. I’d also like to thank my incredible artist captxinswans! And of course, the moderators of the csbb for making all of this possible!
This story was initially inspired by one of my favourite books, The Mistborn series by Brandon Sanderson. Especially the first two chapter are inspired by the books, so I would just like to say, that I do not own anything you might recognize 🙂
Now, I really hope you enjoy it! I’ll be posting every Wednesday until Christmas 🙂
Emma no longer
questioned whether or not she had lost her mind. Alone in the bustling
carriage, she made peace with the fact that she was indeed completely insane.
But she had a job to do, and nothing was going to keep her from following
through with it.In the dark outside, people hurried home to their hearths or perhaps to
a tavern for a drink and some laughter. Lanterns were lit here and there, and
smoke rose from every chimney. Emma had never before thought of Misthaven as
charming per say. Then again, she was far from used to seeing her hometown from
the inside of a horse-drawn carriage.Emma stopped fiddling
with the soft skirt of her dress. She refused to let her nerves get the better
of her, and shifted in her seat on the cushioned bench. The corset of the dress
forced her to sit with her back straight, and although she worried for her
spleen, it was comforting to know that her dress would keep her from slouching.The hair was probably
the worst part. Snow had pinned it up so delicately, Emma worried it would all
unravel at the slightest bump. But it was beautiful – the hair, the dress, all
of it. Not even Emma could deny that. She looked like a noblewoman, and the
moment she first tried it all on five weeks ago was the moment she started to
believe the plan could actually work.
The Dancing Thief (1/13)
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It All Starts With a Dance 