Silas was stealing for his family, as per usual. He did this every single day without failure, and he was never caught. That is, until today. Though, he’s not particularly worried for his situation. Before him stood a woman, holding up a sword that she clearly didn’t know how to use. He scoffed, looking her over. “You a princess?” He asked, crossing his arms. He didn’t pay much attention to the members of the royal family; didn’t care for them much. His reasoning? They didn’t like him either. Tucked under his arm was a sack of jewels and anything he deemed to be worth money.