Wynter didn't know what that was like. She was born into her role, passed on to her at the tender age of twelve when her mother was killed and she was left with the consequences. The stolen documents and secrets she inherited forever branding her as a thief and a cheat to those who knew of her family's trade.. No one cared if she wasn't the one who originally stole them, blackmailed them. All that mattered was that she knew, and knowing was a death sentence.
So she ran, and she never stopped running. Eventually, she had to find a way to stay ahead, a way to not starve or freeze to death. So she did what her mother taught her. She stole and she blackmailed. She traded secrets for money and money for secrets. Lives for survival. An endless cycle that she could never break because one slipup, one weakness revealed and she was done for.
Wynter had a lot of weaknesses and it all started with that asshole of a man that she loved and the babe he'd gifted her unknowingly.
