She woke up , almost dazed - her body still aching from last night's venture. A ray of light entered from one of the many holes in the tent, glistening on her brown shingled hair. It wasn't a pretty cut either - almost as if the person cutting it had tried to do it as badly as they could.
But not even the uneven abruptly cut hair could make the female in the tent look ugly. Her black orb like eyes, sunken cheeks and almost dazzling skin refused to let her be mingled with the other ordinary women of the tribe.
She took a deep breath before taking a look around. Her mother was not in the tent yet, which was probably for the best. She would not have been amused to see her lying " bare faced " as she called it- so pretty yet so contrasting to her background which indicated nothing but dirt and poverty.
She casually overlapped the hole from which the light was coming with the loose folds hanging still from one of the torn up corners of the tent.
She hated the light , as it was the the same light which gilded the royal spires and the polished marble of the wretched royal palace. The same palace where the people slept peacefully in their extravagant chambers and never had to worry about food or money. Just because they had royal blood...
Her thoughts were interrupted by faint footsteps in the direction of the tent.
"Not now ", she thought, half irritated half panicky as she quickly picked up a long black muslin scarf lying near her pillow and fastened it across her face. .
"Back already?" called a sharp voice, from outside the tent.
It was Tessa — her cousin, sharp-eyed and with hair shorter than that of Shayna, carrying a basket of wilted herbs, which she laid down heavily on the floor.
" I didn't go out last night ", Shayna lied, smoothly. Her only grab last night had been a loaf of bread from a rather haughty looking noblewoman and she could not afford to share it with others.
"If you're thinking of heading into the market again, at least wait until the patrol passes. They're on alert too."
Shayna smirked, though the curve of her lips didn't reach her eyes. "If I waited every time they were 'alert,' I'd end up starving."
Her tribe had lived on the empire's edges for centuries — once a proud desert tribe, known for their fierce independence with the gift of getting rid of bad curses and illnesses .
But due to some reason unknown to the youngsters of the tribe, and of which the adults refused to speak - the empire had branded them liars, thieves, traitors.
Their lands were taken, their men imprisoned or enslaved in far off North or sold as slaves to the noblemen and knights. The women… especially the beautiful ones were handpicked and sold to the royal court as concubines or sex slaves to the high ranking officials, by the soldiers who patrolled in the regions.
And those who remained learned to survive by other means.
Shayna seemed to be a natural, at what they called their honorary trade.
She worked the markets, the noble districts, and even those out of touch noblemen residences when she was desperate. Her hands were quick, her mind quicker. However, every night of her was a jumble of confused thoughts and sadnesss.
What good was cleverness in a world where her people were hunted for the crime of existing?
Today, she told herself, she'd just steal enough for the week, probably some small jewel which she could further sell at one of those antique shops down the market street.
Thud..Thud..THUD...
It seemed to grow louder by the second. She could not help but grimace at the situation.
"Right when I need to go out to steal ", she thought, sadly.
But then a happy thought came into her mind. Instead of wandering off till the noble residences, she could simply slip some ornament from this arriving noble. The jewels they wore were also much more expensive, probably enough to feed her entire family for a month.
She remembered the saphire studded ring which Arina had once brought. Probably some rich lady's engagement ring. 20,000 gold coins they got for it !
She imagined what she would do if she could get 20,000 coins now. She could probably move to Arizona and settle there with a small haystack buisness....Oh what a delight that would be. And then she would grow out her hair and use one of those jadepins the noblewomen used to tie their long hair.
The thought alone made her smile. She did not even realise that she was now out in the open. The sun was bright on her head, but it did not affect her much because of her dark loosely fitting clothes and the black cloth wound tightly across her face.
A large crowd was gathered in the marketplace, even bigger than the one which had gathered when they had taken Alvera and her mother was crying and kicking and begging them, and everybody had just stood watching her....
She stood at a safe distance from the crowd, as her kind were not recieved warmly by the normal citizens.
"This had to be someone really big because even noblemen came their often....Maybe, it was a knight , or maybe even one of those royal ones who came into the public to announce things. How cool was that ?",
Suddenly, without any warning, the crowd started seperating. She could hear someone's loud voice saying something intangible to the crowd, but her eyes along with everybody's was fixated on the woman who had came out of the carriage.
She was the most royally dressed woman Shayna had ever seen. She was wearing a complete beige ball gown with intricate designing all over it. The top undercorset was ivory with actual pearls woven on it, in the shape of roses and her earrings were those extravagant kind which only the very rich ladies wore, that too on special pccasions. Every move, every gesture she showed had that delicate and elegant style of the upper class woman
People were talking in noisy whispers.
"Look at her hair. "
"Look at those shoes she's wearing. "
"She's a duchess ,for sure", one lady said , still staring at the embellishly dressed woman ,"Or probably one of her royal highness' ladies in waiting ".
But Shayna's attention was no longer on the woman. Instead, her eyes had spotted a familiar swiftly moving figure in the crowd.
Ryan ! That stupid idiot.
It didn't take her long to realise what he was after. The woman's diamond crusted tiara was shining beautifully on her magnificent brown bun.
NO !
If he stole that tiara, he'd get the entire village under questioning.
She couldn't risk that.
She watched his shadow move closer to the woman.
Forget getting everybody arrested, this fool was going to get himself killed. This wasn't some stupid helpless noblelady in the middle of nowhere...This was someone from higher ranks, probably even directly related to royalty.
She entered the crowd swiftly, moving quicker because of her petite frame.
And then it happpened. A loud swoosh, but only Shayna saw it. The tiara knocked right off the woman's head while she was too busy staring elsewhere.
She couldn't believe it.
He actually managed to steal that tiara quietly ?
Wait, no. This wasn't the moment to ponder about such stuff. If they found the tiara in the village....
But it was too late, Ryan had escaped from the other side of the crowd.
Well, then. Let's get out of here.
Just as she headed back towards the crowd, shs heard a loud scream...
"MY TIARA ! MY TIARA ! SOMEONE STOLE MY TIARA ", the woman was screaming her heads off and the now alerted guards quickly spread out in all directions
Great , just great.
And just as she was about to make it out on the other side, she felt cold metal on her shoulder.
"Where do you think you're going ?"