A woman tiptoed with the hem of her garment clenched in her hands and leggings slightly in display. She kept strectching for the window but it seemed futile. Her chest felt heavy as she panted like her life depended on whatever she was doing.
"Lady, Maria!" a voice called out to her. "Come out Lady Maria!"
She of course snubbed whatever noise and kept on doing her business. Reaching for the window up, she stood on a chair and when she thought she was finally getting near it, her body fell to the ground, colliding with the time the doors were bursted open.
"M-my lady, are you okay? Um.. Y..ou're being called for your wedding." This was informed by a clad-in-long hat-guard.
Moaning, Maria tried getting up.
Jumping up on her feet, she didn't mind the dirt on her fancy dress. Her hair was black, soft with curls and was packed. She smiled like it was a comedy show. There were about four guards in the room where she was.
"Funny enough, I did not know I was getting married. How's that?" An awkward rain showered upon the men at her front, causing them to render dazed looks at each other, but it did not stop them from carrying on with their duties.
The guards held her by the hand but Maria was too strong. She struggled so much with them, until she finally freed herself from their grasp. She kept on running, running until she thought she was safe.
She stopped by a barrel of water and panted. How was she going to explain to them that she wasn't whom they thought? She was a petty thief. That's what.