Tivel frowned. I told you all to go away! she yelled. She would go out there and face them, but her stubbornness held on. At this point, she was halfway to tears.

The king shrugged, not caring. He would continue to wait.

The guards watched him closely, knowing him well.

Zeke watched them, smirking. Then he winked at them and snuck underneath a market stall and dissapeared.

They look at each other before sprinting after him.

Zeke was incredibly quiet and sneaky, and the only reasons the guards kept up to him was when a shopkeeper or customer yelled when they saw a hand shoot out and grab something.

They sprinted after him, dodging customers and carts.

Zeke kept far away from the gaurds, ducking under stands, hopping over carts, and stealing all the while. However, it seemed he stole from the rich shops and people, and gave things to the poorer people and stands.

Tivel fumbled with the dagger in her hand. For a brief moment, very brief, she considered just running out there and trying to kill them. Of course she snapped out of it.

Suddenly a guard is in front of Zeke and grabbing him and lifting him off the ground, grabbing everything he stole and handing it to the other guards to give back to the people. "Enough of this Zeke!" The guard snaps.