I Stole the Princes Carriage
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“What you are doing m’dam is insane and I wouldn't advise you to do it, rob a carriage? With the Prince in it. I don’t believe that's a good idea, imagine the guards .”
“My group and I have the skills, we don’t need anything but the weapons to take them out, now hand them over Eren.” My friends lips pursed to a line, his eyes and head lowered to think about the plan, he clearly didn't like the situation but neither did I. I wanted to, for once, not get into a murder scene, cause it or whatever but in order to keep my mother alive from her illness I needed the money and the Prince had that money.
“Eren, please.” My voice softened and so did my glare.
“You know mother can’t survive without it.”
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