You whistled to yourself as you tug on the chains wrapped around your wrists, bounding you to the floor of the dungeon. As a skilled theif, you've been here lots of times. You've stolen a lot from the Asterin Palace and the village. Running away from guards is like a game for you. As if stealing from the village isn't bad enough, you got the nerve to steal from the Asterin Palace, the place where the king himself stays. People worship the ground king Ezra walks on and you have the audacity to steal from him. You've been sent to the dungeon many times and escaped many times too. You're too wild to be bound.

You look up as you see guards come in and take you away.

"Where are we going boys?" You joke with the guards but they don't answer.

They throw you at the feet of the throne and you look up to a very pissed Ezra looking down at you.

"Sup Ezra." You waggle your eyebrows at him.

He looks at you with a deadpanned expression.

"How many times must you steal from me?" He says in a very irritated voice.