170 Confusion

"Waste of time! Waste of money!" Roxana spoke out loud as she got dressed for another night shift. Why did she let herself get robbed? She knew those fortune-tellers were expensive, If they weren't then they were usually the false ones. So if she was the real one…

No!

She would live a life of comfort with endless resources to wealth without leaving the kingdom where she was known as a thief? She scoffed. Right. 

Roxana decided that she would focus on finding the right item and once she stole it, she would run far away from the castle and whoever that old man was. 

"Maybe there is a man but he is not old," uncle Ben had wondered. "Try to find someone instead of something. I am sure there are many gentlemen in the castle." 

"And shall I charm them with my manliness?" She had asked.