Two Tudor Thieves

Anne Boleyn

Anne bit into a red apple as she swerved around the many pedestrians in the market. Her brown skirt and green cloak were splattered with droplets of mud but she didn't mind.

Anne didn't really have a plan for what she was about to do, but she was confident it would turn out okay. So, without a second thought Anne purposely tripped herself, grabbing onto the nearest person.

"Woah!" The person Anne had unintentionally targeted had fast reflexes and caught her.

"I'm so sorry." Anne mimed steadying herself by grabbing onto the young woman's arm, but what she was really doing was sliding the girl's silver ring off of her forefinger and pocketing it.

"It's okay." The woman smiled and for the first time Anne noticed how pretty she was, her hair was brown and fluffy, her blue eyes matched her long robe-like coat.

"You're pretty." Anne immediately clapped a hand over her mouth, silently cursing her fast talking habits.

The woman seemed flustered but quickly responded, "Okay, um, I think you're pretty too?"

Anne smiled, "I know."

"What?"

"What? Sorry, um," Anne tried to gather herself, she wasn't supposed to be flirting (and failing epicly at it) with targets, "I should get going."

"Me too, maybe I'll see you around?"

"Yeah." Anne was about to turn and walk away but something stopped her, "What's your name?"

"Cathrine, Catherine Parr." The woman smiled, "But my friends call me Cathy."

"Okay, Cathy. I'm Anne Boleyn."

Cathy nodded and continued on her way, Anne felt her cheeks heating up and she quickly turned in the opposite direction. She reached a hand into her pocket to find that the ring was missing, she checked the ground around her but found nothing. This Cathy was slyer than she looked, Anne smiled, she couldn't wait until they met again.