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Tristan Hoult awoke to the sound of his mother calling out for him. She was ill, bedridden, and wasn't expected to live long. He quickly arose to his feet, "Yes, mother?" Rubbing his eyes, he yawned. He couldn't get much sleep in that house. "Tristan, could you get some food from the market?" "Of course." Sighing, he changed into his work attire, kissed his little sister Meridia on the forehead, and walked out the door.
The market was a couple blocks down, filled with merchants selling extravagant items, delicious foods, and livestock. As Tristan strode towards the market, fixing his sleeve, a knight passed, and was urgently running toward the palace. Taken aback, Tristan turned and watched the knight run. It wasn't everyday you saw a knight running around in the village, let alone with a horror-struck look on his face. When he finally arrived at the market he immediately went for the Baker's stand. The Baker was a large man with a bellowing voice and a quick temper. Sighing, Tristan snuck around the corner of the stand and took a loaf without the Baker noticing. He went to back up and bumped into a knight who was standing there, watching his every move. "Heh..." Tristan nervously coughed. Sudddenly he broke out into a run. He dashed his way through the market, weaving in and out of the people as the knight ran after him, "Stop right there!" Tristan cussed and ran faster, sliding under a few stands and running back out into the town. It was going well until he ran into an alley, and found himself completely surrounded with guards and knights. The knight who had previously confronted him and started the whole mess walked toward him, smirking. "We got ya. Tristan Hoult you've been on the run for a while haven't you? We've heard rumors of your stealing but never thought they were true." Tristan looked around at all the stern faces staring intently at him, then back at the knight. "You don't understand... I'm a peasant, very, very poor with mouths to feed. My mother is dying and my sister is starving... Can't you spare me a break?" The knight rolled his eyes, "I've heard this story many times for numerous people, lass. It's not getting you anywhere. Come with me. You're going to the palace for your judgement. They will decide your punishment."
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The knight sarcastically pretended to wipe a tear from his eye, and then smirked. "Son, I advise you to obey my orders..." He withdrew his sword, "Or there's going to be an issue."
His mother's eyes widened in shock. "My heavens! Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming- Oh! I must look like such a wreck!" She sat up, brushed aside her golden hair and revealed her beautifully aged face. You could tell she was ill just by looking into her tired and weary eyes. She smiled tiredly, fumbling with her fingers. "I'm sorry you have to see me like this, your highness."
Struck by her words, Tristan drew closer to his mother, "Mother don't say that. I'm not going to let you die, not if I can help it." "We all know it's going to happen dear..." "Well I will do my best to keep you alive and well. I've always tried, I try so hard." He kissed his mother on her hand that still adorned her wedding ring, then stepped back next to Alena. Once again he looked into her eyes and felt like he was dreaming. "Princess Alena... I'd be honored to escort you back to your palace. I'm sure people are waiting for you."
He stumbled a little, letting his mind wander as he reflected over all of what had happened that day. The day wasn't even half way over and just look at where he was now... Practically friends with a beautiful princess that he had a crush on. This wouldn't have happened if he would've never stolen from the Baker, although he did what he had to do. Perhaps it was fate? Maybe so... The more he thought about it, the more he began to realize that he was a bit thankful for stealing. He would've never met Princess Alena if it hadn't been for committing a crime.
"Do you have any idea where she would've gone? Any idea at all? Does your father know? Give me the details. We'll find her, I promise. I'm sure she's perfectly fine wherever she is. Don't you worry." Tristan smiled warmly in attempt to comfort Princess Alena. He just didn't want to seem desperate.
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