It is the year 1532, my name is Elizabeth Carmine, I live in Romania, Bucharest to be precise. I am 19 years old and most of my family is dead, accept for my brother, who is my same age. We take care of our small house in the middle of town, I do the cooking and the cleaning and Sam gets food and everyting else we need. I am also kind of known as the towns' troublemaker, lets just say that the king and I know eachother rather well. I go to the palace at least once a week have a talk with him about my "behaviorial issues" he calls them. I always tell him that I do it to keep my brother and myself alive, he doesn't care though.
Today I am getting food from town, but this time I am actually paying for it. I recently got a job at the tavern in town making food for all of the hungry people that come in.
I am at the bakery, the man who owns the bakery was a close friend of my parents, and gives me bread and other goods for free, but now I can pay for it.
I walked in to the bakery and was greeted warmly by Mr. Owens, the owner. I purchased my bread for the week and left the store to get some spices from Mr. Brown. I walked down the street and was stopped by one of the kings officers who walk about town and make sure everything goes smoothly. He snatched my bag away from me and proceeded to look inside of it.
"Did you pay for these miss?" He asked.
"Yes, I did." I said triumphantly.
"If I went to the bakery right now and asked Mr. Owens, would he tell me the same thing?" He stepped closer to me.
I nodded.
He whisteled to two of the other officers and they came out from the shadows behind him. One took my arms and held them firmly behind my back and the other put his hand on my shoulder and led me behind the first officer.
We walked back to the bakery and the officers questioned Mr. Owens. Even though Mr. Owens said I paid for the things I purchased, and showed the officers the coins I paid with, I was still being taken to the palace to see the king.
