The Professional Thief

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Another picture-prompt assignment for English class. A woman befriends a prince but isn't there for the reasons she says she is.

Submitted: June 10, 2015

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When I met her, she seemed like such a nice person. I had no idea what was to come. I didn't know that she was going arrogate my most prized possession.
My name is Prince Salzat. The woman I believed was by friend was known as Anja Cooper. The first time I saw her, I was gazing out my window. Everyone seemed to eschew her and I was curious as to why. I ordered she be brought to me immediately. When she arrived, she wasn't coherent in the least. I asked me head servant to do some reconnaissance on her, but he came up empty. I began to question the girl, but all I heard was mumbling, nervous incoherent mumbling. My head servant found her a room to stay in and bright her enough food to satisfy the most insatiable hunger.
The next day I made more progress. "Anja. My name is Anja," she said quietly. To me it appeared she was very taciturn. I was completely wrong. She then gave me an encomium for being the only one to show her kindness since she was forced out by her parents. "I owe you a great debt," she continued. "Please, what can I give you?"
"I want nothing more than to know why you were being shunned," I replied. She said that her story was not one to be told because it was very invidious. I asked for nothing more but she was intransigent and said she must pay me back.
"I will be your servant until such a time that you decide my debt has been posted off," she stated. There is no arguing with a person as stubborn as she seemed. So I agreed.
"You may work in my palace as my son's guard. He is to take my place one day and you may need to protect him from kidnappers. You may start tomorrow. But now, you need clothes that aren't so banal and a good bath." After that she went back to her room.
A week went by and I was impressed. Anja belabored and never tired. She was very dedicated and my son even began to emulate her. My son was usually carping to his servants and guards, but with Anja he could find no fault. Most of what my son told me nowadays was germane to Anja.
She guarded my son almost every hour of every day and rarely slept I didn't know where she had the energy to do it. But what drove her was her acquisitive nature.
When she wasn't sleeping or tending to my son she was roaming the palace. When asked why, she responded, "To familiarize myself with the place. If I'm going to be working here, I don't want to get list." A valid, believable reason. But my head servant was suspicious. He saw her poking around in the same place over and over, but couldn't figure out what she would want in that place.
She had been at my palace nearly a month when one day I found myself being forcefully woken up in the middle of the night. It was my head servant and I could tell something was horribly wrong. My servant rushed me outside to the courtyard where I saw Anja, my son who was grasping something tightly, and almost all of the palace guards. Their swords were aimed at Anja who had a dagger at my son's throat. I tried not to panic but all I could think was, "Why?"
"Call off your soldiers or I kill the boy!" yelled Anja.
I had to comply, my son's life was on the line, "Lower your weapons!" No one moved. "That's an order!" The guards reluctantly did so. And at that very moment Anja made her move. She tried to rip the object out of my son's hand and run, but he wouldn't let go.
"Let go boy! I need the magic!" she screamed. I didn't know what she could possibly be talking about. All my son was holding was a gold lamp. "Give me the genie!" It all happened so fast that I was unsure what had happened next, until it was too late that is.
Anja grabbed my son by the collar of his shirt and made a run for it. Within 5 seconds she had scaled the palace walls with my son in hand and jumped over the edge. "After them!" I screamed as loud as I could, but my soldiers were already racing after Anja. My guards were loyal to me and would sacrifice themselves for my son. They ran at Anja from all possible angles with swords raised and angry expressions emblazoned on their faces.
But Anja was too fast. She rode off on a motor vehicle, dragging my son behind her. He still clutched tight to the supposedly magical genie's lamp.
It has been 15 years since Anja took my valuable gold lamp and my son. I now am king, with no heir to succeed me. I had always just assumed that Anja was a crazy, greedy, thief and that my son just got in her way. But I don't really know since I haven't seen either of them since that dreadful day.


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