The King, your father, all-but canon-balled you back into the village once you informed him your purse had been stolen. You had no idea how it even happened. As far as you can remember, you rode into the village on carriage, stepped out to greet the people, then returned to the castle.

Seeing a man throw bread crumbs into a duck-riddled lake while clutching onto your purse proved there were holes in your memory. "Can I help you, Royal Highness?" He asked, seemingly oblivious to his crime.