And then he was gone. Not a jump—a step. A step into the dark, into the maze of moonlit rooftops and forgotten aqueducts where the Rogue Prince was not a prince at all, but a ghost.
And that was the heart of it. The Rogue Prince wasn't a rebel for chaos. He was a rebel because he could not pretend the empire wasn't rotting from its gilded corners. The Rogue Prince of Persia
And somewhere in the darkness, Cyrus smiled. The threads of fate shivered. He pulled one. And then he was gone
That was his crime: he refused to walk the path the empire had paved for him. The Rogue Prince of Persia