I wrote this real fast and I’m not sure how it came out so . . . here you are!!!
She eyed the mob screaming on the palace steps and fingered the gold ring in her skirt pocket.
Oh, this was bad. Very bad. Not that she could understand what they was saying, but it couldn’t be good.
Good thing she wasn’t responsible for this; she’d only arrived in the country just three days ago.
She rubbed the distinctive flat head of the ring. It was all good, she reassured herself. Everything was fine. She would get out of this.
“What they saying?” she asked. For a boy who thought they was twins, he sure was stupid.
He smiled at her, happy as a child with a handful of sugar. “Do you recall the temple we visited yesterday? A . . . an artifact, I suppose you would call it, disappeared from there yesterday.”
Horrified, she looked up into his bright purple eyes. How had they discovered it so soon? She had stolen it only hours ago, right before dawn. “But I thought . . . guess you was wrong about only the royal family being able to touch it. Just silly folktales afterall.”
He smiled, shook his head. “Come. You were stolen so young, you still don’t understand our ways. Your ways. Mother wishes to see you.”