Thread: The Thief Who Only Borrows (DontxBlinkk)

Word of the return of a popular war hero quickly passed around the kingdom, coming straight from the king's own mouth. Trusted sources around the city began to conform or deny any rumours being told to the general public, but in the end, all of the city of LaSpera knew of Commander Cain's return. Most were ready to welcome him, hoping that perhaps the man would be put in charge of solving the city's latest crime sprees. If anyone could solve their problem, there was no doubt in the people's minds that a man such as Cain Rhainor could. The latest spree was like nothing even the city's best guards could remember happening. A thief arrived in the city, seeming to be from no where, taking small items from the local shop owners. Nothing was of much importance and it was never money, but enough to bother the store and worry the keepers. Although this had happened in the past, what caught them by surprise was the fact that whatever was taken would be returned the next night. Shops would open to find the stolen goods sitting in their store in one of the most obvious places the owner could see it. Each and every knight was stumped by these actions, doing whatever they could to solve the problem, all without a single lead. The last person they would ever expect was the culprit. Arianna was one of two princesses, the eldest of three children. With her blonde hair, pale skin and slender build, she looked to be the perfect princess, and her mannerisms refused to fight that thought. She was polite, courteous, and most of all, friendly. To those that were close to her, they knew that each of her descriptions were true, never having seen her dark side very few knew was there. The people of the city adored her, looking at Arianna's every item of clothing, every move she made and everything she decided on, attempting to put it into place in their own lives and world around them. But as much as such a thing bothered Arianna, she could do nothing about it, having to keep up the face the city knew her by. The well groomed princess was nearly perfect, if any of the townspeople were asked. Her maids, on the other hand, knew differently. Just as the day before, Isabelle, her right hand woman, entered her bedroom, pulling the curtains back to let the sun break in through the windows, falling right onto her bed to wake the woman up. Arianna turned in the bed, letting out a loud groan before pushing her soft, plump blankets away from her face. The twenty two year old's long, sunflower blonde was knotted at the ends, falling around her on the bed with a few locks laying lightly over her face. Her eyes opened, only to squeeze shut again when she noticed the sun approaching her. Isabelle! Shut the curtains! she half cursed, turning her body to hide her pale skin in the pillow below her head. The brunette returned with a smile and a soft laugh, only to approach the girl and tug the blankets away. Isabelle was just about the same age as the eldest princess and had grown up in the castle, helping her mother in the kitchen and playing with the girl until they grew too old. Isabelle had met every side of Arianna and had been a confidant from the very beginning of her life. The two were best of friends, to put it simply. She could get away with so much that others couldn't. Get up, she scolded, cracking open another window, this time to allow air through the room. You have a feast tonight, remember? Commander Cain is returning tonight and with your hair in that many knots, it'll take all day to prepare you. Isabelle didn't waste any more time and began her normal duties inside the woman's room. She pulled out a dark green dress for the day. Your dress was delivered last night and your mother has given her approval. Get up, we need to get you dressed. --- It was true the knots in Arianna's hair nearly killed the two girls. Between Isabelle, her mother and the princess herself, they untangled the blonde mess, got her dressed and ready for the day. Her normal duties were performed and as soon as she could, Arianna hid back in her room, spending as much time to herself as she could before the feast. Just as the sun was beginning to set, Isabelle brought in the crisp, cerulean blue long sleeved dress Arianna had custom made and the dressing began. The middle hugged her torso, falling to the floor from her hips down, while her sleeves were tight to her arms in the typical fashion of the day. Arianna never cared about being a new icon and instead looked to other princesses in the area for what to wear. She was content with her looks in favour of creating a new idea. Several sections on the right side of her hair was pulled back into a braid, pinned back out of her eyes while she let the rest of her silky locks hang free down to the middle of her back. With a final check in the mirror and a soft sigh, the princess decided she was ready and left her room, allowing Isabelle to walk beside her until the main hall. The rest of the royal family was there already, waiting for the arrival of the commander, prepared to meet him at the door and greet him to their home.