"Hello, Gwen dearest."

Gwen gasps as she spins to view Sir William. She blushes and states, "You frightened me!"

He raises one eyebrow and smirks.

"I didn't think I was that plain."

"I didn't mean that!"

He chuckles and replies, "I know, sweet. I just enjoy jesting with you."

I watch as they link arms and stroll off by themselves. Sir William Darby, one of the most charming men of the court. With his black hair and mesmerizing dark eyes, he perfectly contrasts Guinevere. Together they make the perfect couple.

Turning, I notice Jack, my childhood friend and Sir Darby's squire, standing next to me, staring out into the distance with his jaw clenched. "Oh, hello Jack. How are you?"

No response. "Jack?"

He looks at me. "Hello, Lee."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." without another word, he stalked off. Noting his strange behavior, I return to my tent to try to figure out why but I fall asleep almost instantly, exhausted from the long day.

"Alrighty. Here goes nothing." I weave in and out of the crowd once more. I approach a short, round man. His clothing is top notch. I pick him as my target. "Which pocket has his wallet?" I wonder to myself. Noticing a slight bulge in his pocket on the left side, I maneuver through the crowd to be on that side.

I bump into him and as I mutter an apology, I quickly slip my fingers into his pocket. Drawing out his wallet, I turn and begin to walk out of the crowd. Sucess!

"Halt! Thief! Catch that boy!" a man's voice spits out in the midst of the crowd. Without a second thought, I dash away from the crowd. The thunder of footsteps and the shouts of police tell me I'm dead.

I can't get caught.

I just can't.

I speed on, turning down one street, then another. I have no idea where I am going. My feet just keep leading me. The thunder of footsteps fades slightly as the officers begin to give up the chase. That is until I hear the round man's shout, "After him! "

I can't get caught.

I realize that I'm nearing the docks. No, no, no! I try to figure a way to turn back but too many officers are on my trail. I turn down another street. Glancing behind me, I notice that I lost the officers, at least for a little bit.

Oomph! I land on someone. I scramble to get up and notice that a slip of paper fell out of the wallet. Swiping it and the wallet up, I turn to go. I feel a pressure on my arm. I growl at the person, "Let. Go."

A boyish voice replies. "No."

I spin to face this person. His hazel eyes look me up and down at the same moment. "Come with me."

Still grabbing my forearm, he begins to stride toward the docks. "No. I don't wanna."

He glared at me. "Fine. Then you can go to jail." My eyes grew wide. Taking that as my agreement, he began to rapidly walk toward the dock. We reach the dock and I can barely distinguish the officers' shouts from the calls of the sailors.

Before I know it, we approach a tall, blonde man with regal clothing. I had only seen one picture of the king before. This must be the king! I was struck with awe. His blue eyes sparkle as he turns to the boy, "Well, what do we have here, Eric?"

"This boy stole a wallet and is gonna get in trouble. Can we help him, Papa?"

"Papa?" I think. Then, I realize that I had tackled the prince! I look up at the king to realize that he was observing me. My Papa had taught me to curtsy in front of important people, so I curtsy slightly before I realize that I'm in trousers.

His eyes sparkle for a moment, then they change to an expression so- so- kind I almost want to hug him. He turns to the prince. "I believe we can help. You did very well, Eric. You are growing up to be a great man."

Eric's chest puffs out. The king turns to me. "Hand me the wallet." I hand it to him, but I forgot about the slip of paper that I had slipped into my trouser pocket. The king opens the wallet to see if the money is still inside. "Very good. Now what is your name, little one?"

"Lee, your highness." I was so proud to say that. Papa taught me that before he left too.

Again, another kind smile. A warmness invades my heart. I hear footsteps and shouts though. My heart drops. The officers run up and grab me. "I'm so sorry, your majesty. Th-"

"Unhand him." The king's deep voice stops the officers. They release their harsh grip on my shoulders. The king is beginning to speak when the fat man comes running up, his face red with exertion and anger.

"Grab him!"

The king speaks, his voice strong and in control. "No, you will not grab this child. It was a misunderstanding and this little one will apologize for the trouble he has caused." Handing the wallet to me, he nods toward the sweaty man. I approach him cautiously. "I-I'm sorry."

"You'd better be." he snarls as he snatches the wallet from my hands. Satisfied that he has his wallet back, he storms off, the officers trailing behind him.

I turn to the king. "Thank you, your highness! "

"Now, wait, child. What is your real name?" he responds.

I pause. My curtsy gave it away. I hang my head and mutter, "Amelia, your highness."

He touches his fingers to my chin and gently brings my face up to look at him. "That's a beautiful name, Amelia."

I wake up from my dream. The sky is still dark, but it's my normal waking time. I sigh. The king, Eric, and Gwen are so kind to me. I don't deserve it. But they are kind to me anyways, and I love them for it. Clutching my scimitar, I rise, ready for the day and its challenges.

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