A thief. That's what you were. You've been stealing from the king for several months now, never being seen or caught. Although, there were a few times you almost got found.

Today you tried to steal the crown, which was on display in the castle. But... Due to being unprepared for at least 100 guards stationed... You were caught.

Now, you were on the floor, hands and ankles tied together, on your knees about ten feet from the kings throne.

Donovan glared at you, looking you all around and remembering your features. "So you're the thief, huh? How childish."