The Cheydinhal Terror was known all throughout out the land. A mysterious thief that robs the richest of families, never once seen by anyone. The townsfolk have made theories on who the thief is and some have even tried to catch the thief themselves to claim the reward money but of course have been unsuccessful.

Sam the youngest prince of the Winchester family, has become the most interested in catching the thief. He hates the idea of their crimes going unpunished and would also like to prove himself to his father as something other than a spare to the throne.

He devised a plan to go on an outing by carriage, taking advantage of the thief’s obsessing with robbing stage coaches and using himself as bait. There’s no way the thief wouldn’t be tempted to rob the royal family’s very own prince.

He sits in his carriage, feeling the slight bumps of the dirt road as it moves. His right leg was bobbing up and down anxiously, every second that past by felt like an eternity.

He lets out a sigh and picks up his sword, partially removing it from the scabbard to look at his reflection in the blade. “Everything gonna be fine.” He whispers encouraging words to himself.