**_(This is pretty terrible, I just had an idea and kinda failed to excecute it but here it is anyway!)_**

“You insolent, half-witted peasant, stumbling through the alleys like a beheaded rat who thinks they own this kingdom!” The king spat down at me from his thrown, rage rising to his cheeks.

I flinched. I honestly wasn’t really used to being insulted by royalty. I’m not really used to being caught either. Guess there’s a first time for everything. “I’m sorry you think of me that way your majesty,” I said as I was pushed down to my knees by a rather firm-handed castle guard. “Is there anyway I could change your mind?”

“You dare think I accept bribery!?” This king was more angry than the papers portrayed him, or did he just give me special treatment?

“Of course not! …..Do you though?” I asked, raising a brow and cocking my head to the side. The man stood before me didn’t respond, only shook with the remnants of irritation. You can probably tell I’m not very good at talking to superiors and escaping the gallows.

Before I could keep talking, a great pain flared in my back as a boot struck my skin and I crumpled to the side. Since my hands were tied up, it was difficult to get back to my prefered kneeling position.

I obviously kept talking, “Do you not know the feeling of stealing?”

“Do not insult his majesty!” A guard kicked me again but I didn’t topple this time, I merely smirked.

“Do you not know the necessity of stealing?” I began to chuckle to myself.

The king has calmed himself and responded, “I am your king. Why would I?”

That’s when I began to laugh, “You tax us!”

I didn’t care about defending myself at that moment, when I was being dragged away, I knew I was going to go to the gallows at one point or another, I just thought I might as well be remembered.