Sorry, this is another short chapter. Homework piling up (damn sadistic teachers), lovely crap like that.
Rosalie's POV
Chapter Six
I had my stomach set on some freshly baked bread, so I headed over to Solomon, the baker. The walk wasn't that long, and I was glad, because I was afraid that I would run into Alex.
When I arrived at the stall, Solomon offered me a free roll. When I was about to take it, he snatched it away. "First," he said, " you have to tell me what happened to you up at the palace."
I sighed, but since I didn't have any other choice, I told him the entire story. Actually, the story provided an ideal diversion, and I was able to slip an entire loaf of bread into my carry-sack while I was acting the storyteller.
Then I saw the boy watching me from the edge of the stall. He was actually more of a man; about one or two years older than I was. But the funny thing was that I thought that I'd seen him somewhere before.
When I was finished with the story, Solomon handed me the bun and turned to some new customers. I walked over to the man.
"If you're looking to steal something," I said, "you'll have to wait until Solomon is properly occupied. Otherwise he'll spot you right away. He is really quick at catching thieves."
"Oh?" said the man. "Was he properly occupied when you took that bread?"
I blushed. No one had ever spotted me stealing anything before except for that prince. "Of course he was," I blustered. "I would not dare to steal it otherwise." Something about his voice seemed strangely familiar. "And if you're so perfect, who are you?"
He fumbled for a moment, as if searching for a name. "Um, um, er…Domanic! Yea, that's right, Domanic."
"And I am Rosalie, the Princess of Thieves, at your service." I swept a curtsey. For a moment, a look of satisfaction crossed Domanic's face, and I wondered why. "Where are you from, Domanic? I haven't seen you around here before."
"I'm from the pal- er, my father is a carpet merchant. We travel here and there. That's probably why you haven't seen me before."
"Ah," I said. Something in his words didn't ring true. That combined with the fact that he stuttered before answering each of my questions and the fact that he looked really familiar. I looked around, and to my horror, I saw Alex coming over. "Oh, sorry. I have to go. See you around!" I took off, headed in the direction of my tent.
A/N: And voila! Another chapter of the worst fanfic in the history of fanfiction finished and posted. Review, slaves! No, I love my reviewers. Nevermind. I'm just going to shut up now.