Peasant… Or Princess?- Chapter 3

They wrestle me to the ground. I’m breathing heavy.  The guards get off of me. I stand up. One guard whispers to another, “Thing looks like a girl.” I hear them, take the pins out of hair, and yell,”I am a girl! I’m Princess Catalina!” The guards laugh. “And I was knighted,” one says, little bits of saliva flying out of his mouth.  “No,” I yell, close to tears.  I take out the thing that I put in my sack that Momma and Papa say always proves that I’m royalty: my tiara. They see it and start asking tons of questions.  “It’s a long story,” I say. “But if you don’t tell my parents and let me take the fruit, I will make sure that you are rewarded.” That calms them and they go hunt down other beggars and thieves.

I pin my hair up again and set off, sneaking between alleyways. A boy in a hat, selling papers, comes up to me. Pointing to my noticeably heavy sack, he says, “What do you have there?” “Nothing.”, I say. He pounds his fist in to his hand and says, “Nothing valuable enough for me not to steal it, eh?” I’m frightened, but I stand my ground. “No. I got lots of money yesterday while begging by the markets, so I was able to buy lots of food.”, I state. Next thing I know, I’m lying on the ground bruised and bloodied, most of the contents of my sack still there. I notice no glimmer and gasp. He took the tiara!