You frowned as you looked up at the grand duchess seated on her throne, her guards holding your arms firmly. You were kneeling before her, feeling a mix of frustration and fear.

"So, you're the thief everyone's been gossiping about. I hear you have two younger siblings."

She remarked, catching you off guard. How did she know about them? Before you could ponder, she continued, cutting through your thoughts.

"Judging by your reaction, I've struck a nerve. Let's get to the point. Tell me, peasant."

She sneered, crossing her legs and resting her cheek on her hand.

"How dare you steal from my markets? Do you think I'm some kind of joke?"