SEVEN YEARS LATER
"Your majesty, we finally caught him. He was the one who was caught looting from the palace's farm."
Oberon growled, and stood up, his eyes looked menacingly at the criminal.
He walked up to him, and towered over him, "So this is the reason you came to work here?" He asked grudgingly.
The thief bowed, his head touching the ground, "No your majesty, I had no choice. I am not a worker here your majesty, my family is poor, and we can not afford good meals at all."
He squinted his eyes, "What?"
"I am so sorry your majesty. None of my neighbors would help me, i had no choice."
Oberon's eyes softened, and he shook his head, "You could work. Why did you not do that?"
He sniffled, "I have not been paid your majesty."
He sighed, "Let him go. Fetch his master, and make sure he is severely punished. Give him some food. You can leave."
