The Empress of the East was known to be cruel, heartless, and just pure evil woman. She'll kill anyone over the smallest mistake and go to war if you annoy her. She was the most feared and dangerous woman in history that had everything a man could w...
Rushing through the crowd of people, a leg of lamb in my hand, the Butcher yelled from behind me, "Hey, stop! Thief!" His rough voice was so loud that it easily caught the attention of the nearby guards.
A loud shrill of a whistle cut through the air like an arrow followed by the sound of armor creaking. The guards giving chase.
A grin tugging on my face as excitement gripped my heart that hastily hammering against my chest. Boots pounding against the dirt ground as I dodged people that were in my way.
Taking a sharp right, kicking up some dust, I startled a man. "Watch where you're going!" He yelled. I ignored him and continued running. People starting to moved out of the way, staring as I raced by with a couple of guards on my tail.
More guards in their shiny white armor, swords sheathed on their waist appear in front of me, shoving people aside. The more the merrier.
Turning left into an alleyway, I pulled down a few crates that were stacked at the entrance. They fell to the ground with loud crash. Looking back, the guards hurriedly moving the creates out of the way, still chasing after me.
A laugh echoed through my throat and I turned back around, going deeper into the alley. Passing a few beggars who did nothing but watch.
Taking a bunch of random turns, I didn't hear the guards chasing me anymore after a while.
Coming out to another street, I came to an abrupt stop. Breathing heavy and looking around, not seeing one guard was in sight. Grinning, I stepped into the unexpected crowd and began walked back home. Happy of my little victory that was short lived.
"Stop! In the name of the King, I order you to stop, Thief!" I groaned, starting to run again. They are very persistent.
Spotting a fruit stall off to the side, a smirk made its way on my face as an idea popped in mind.
Maybe this will slow them down. Going off to the stall, I kicked the leg of it, hurting my toes in the process.
Some of the apples tumbled off in front of the guards. Nearby beggars immediately ran over and dropped down, snatching up the fruit, blocking the guards path.
The owner of the stall screamed from shock, getting down on his hands and knees to pick up the apples, trying him best to stop the beggars from stealing them.
Some guards turn their attention towards the baggers and also began trying to stop them. The rest continued to chase me.
Looking forward, eyes going wide when noticing a guard right in front of me with a raised arm, about to grab me. Bowing my head, I went under his arm with ease. Much to his annoyance. "Get back here!" Not a chance.
Spotting a parked wagon with a few stacked crates on it, I darted over to it. Hopping into the wagon, I climbed the crates just as the guard from before reached me.
He grabbed my ankle, stopping me in my tracks. Spinning my head back at him, I swift kicked him right in chest with the foot he was holding and he fell back to the ground with a groan.
Turning back, I finished climbing up the crates before the other guards or him could grab me again. Grabbed the tiles of a roof, I hoisted myself up just as the other guards came and attempted to grab me.
Standing up on the roof of a house, the tiles made loud clunking noise as I carefully sped my way on them. Sticking out my hands at my sides for balance to not fall into the clutches of the guards who yelled for me to come down as they followed on the ground.
Paying them no heed, jumping upon each gap I came across between houses. Nearly slipping off a couple times. I continued going my marry way.
It didn't take long to reach other street, through, this time, the next roof was across said street and there was a giant leap that I definitely couldn't take without failing miserably.
Gritting my teeth, feeling exhausted from all the running, something caught my eye. Turning my head, a dark colored carriage was being pulled by large, black horses up the street to where I was.
There were around two dozen knights either side the carriage on horse or on foot standing guard. Wearing the mark that I never seen before. A guest from a nearby Kingdom or something visiting. Who cares.
Hopefully Father won't be too mad on what I'm about to do.
Taking a few steps back just as the carriage began passing by, I jumped on top of it. There was a loud thump when I landed, banging my knee against the roof of the carriage and the leg of meat nearly slipped out of my hand.
Quickly getting back up as the the carriage came to an abrupt stop and the knights snapped their heads at me, unsheathing their swords in a mer moment, I took a step back and jumped off.
The wind blew off my hood, revealing my bright orange hair that waved in the air. Hitting the ground with a thud, my body fell forward and I rolled, hurting myself even more.
Laughing, I got back on my feet and took off slightly limping before the neighboring knights could stop me.
Feeling the aches and pain from today's adventure, the leg of lamb still in hand, I headed towards the white Castle where I live.
Father is more definitely going to be angry after the guards tell him about my little show today.
Honestly, being the only girl with orange hair in the Kingdom can be a true pain sometimes since everyone knows who I am just by seeing it. Princess Rowan Corleone, the only daughter of King Henry VII.
Or, the fox.
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Rowan Corleone
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