Wanted

Wanted By: D.A.

I hated the cold. It always made me sick and nauseous. Even worse at night, where nothing but darkness surrounds you. But sadly, that's when I always get things done. 

I'm Liana. Others call me a criminal and a thief. Sometimes I even manage to end up on The Most Wanted signs. At times I'm a 40 year old man with no left eye and a hooked nose, and other times I manage to pull of a 11 year old boy on the run. Basically, no one knows who I am and I plan to keep it that way. 

I've been accredited for thievery, possession of arms, assault, and even attempted murder. Or that's what the Kingdom thinks. 

Many 16 year olds are already planning for their annual balls, or waiting for some kind gentleman to put forth a hand in marriage. I on the other hand am ready to steal the most prized possession of the Kingdom.

I make my way up the palace steps in a pearl green dress, one that matches the color of my eyes. I'm wearing my plain brown hair down in the traditional flat style, as well as having a tiara placed on my forehead. My heals are very high and hurt the back of my feet every time I walk. Remind never to wear glass heels again. I keep walking till I reach the top of the steps and am greeted by a guard.

"My lady, it is an honor to meet you." he says and takes off his hat and bows down.

I reply with a smile and curtsy in response.

"Please, may I have your name my lady?" he says in eagerness.

"Yes, Princess Marques of the Southern Aisles." I say and please inside to make sure that Enzo had gotten it right.

"Ah...yes! You are on here my lady. Please make your way towards the ballroom." he says and scurries away.

I smile sweetly chuckling at his rose bloom cheeks. 

I then walk into the palace and enter the luxurious ballroom. The walls are painted with a fine silver color and the floors are gleaming with a hint of gold specks. The chandelier, was full of diamonds, just hanging off of the rims. That would be worth fortunes on the market.

I then notice a tall man walking towards me. He had a blue top coat on that didn't fit him at all with his fat figure. His hair was drawn back with an overwhelming amount of gel.

"Enjoying yourself I see." he mumbles underneath his mouth.

"Very much so. I always love the balls that the queen throws." I say and smile happily.

"Yes, her balls are very nice. But you see this one wasn't thrown by the queen." he replies.

"Oh, it wasn't? Who was it thrown by may I ask?" I say trying not to let my voice shake. Enzo had told me the queen had thrown the party. What if something went wrong with the plan?

"The prince himself has thrown this party. The queen well persuaded him into doing it. You must know how she is.It is time that the prince be married off." he says shaking his head happily.

"Oh, that is amazing. I hope he finds a marvelous woman to be married off too." I say calmly, glad that no one else was to be holding the ball. 

"I'm sure he will. If there are more woman like you it would be as easy as getting drunk. " he says slurring his words.

"A drink would be suitable for a young lady like you. I insist of course." he says and waives his hand toward a waiter with a platter of champagne.

"Yes, I would like one very much." I say. I notice that this wasn't his first tonight.

The waiter hurries over and brings the silver platter to me.