10/28/22 Thief of the Night

 Thief of the Night

Princess Ardwina had everything. She lived in a giant castle, had all the ball gowns, dresses, and jewelry she could ever desire, and her family was always close by. She never needed to work as everything was done for her. Her life was basically perfect.

Just not for her. Spoiled as she may be, she knew that everything had been handed to her all her life. She did nothing to earn her place, her riches. She wanted to make something of her life, like the commoners of the villages, she wanted to do something, get her own gold and riches, something she had earned.

As a princess she was not allowed to work like the people of the village. Her place was in the castle, tending to the formalities of a princesses life. No matter how deep her desire to be normal like her people she never could.

So she found another way, a way to make her own money, a way to obtain riches that weren’t simply handed to her on a silver platter. Thievery. During the day her royal duties called, but once she was off to bed, no one was watching her, no one paid attention, they simply assumed she was fast asleep in her fluffy feather bed.

The night was her time. She would dress in a large black hooded cloak, blending into the night. Night after night she snuck into the various surrounding villages, breaking into homes and stealing whatever she could. This brought her joy and fulfillment in life.

Yes, stealing from her people made her a bad princess, but she didn’t care, she was a great thief. The villagers all knew of her, the thief of the night, but could never stop her. Her natural ability to steal was so great, almost every night she would return to her castle with a great hall stashed in her cloak.

Even the king and queen had been alerted about the thief. They had guards patrolling, looking for her, but she was never caught. Being inside the castle, she would know the precise routes the guards would take and be sure to avoid them.

Princess Ardwina reveled in her life of crime, knowing the things she obtained and the money she gained, although not procured in legal ways, was still hers. She had worked for it, nothing had been given to her. This was the only job she could ever have, and she poured her heart into it.


The End

10/28/22

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