Hello. After a long delay, and a lot of edits, heres the next part to I was a princess. If you want to read the first part, its called (suprisingly) I was a princess.

Quick summary of what happened in the last part...Don't read this if you havn't read that.

Princess Kayanna was unconventional. A trial to her strict Father, the King of Rubia. Her mother died in childbirth and her best friend was the quick talking kitchen-boy called Corbin. Kay met some wandering minstrals who were suspicious individuals, to say the least. She discovered she had magic; the eye tattooed on her wrist gave her strange powers she couldn't understand. Bethroathed to Lord Edward, Kay realised she was in love with Corbin, and that is where the trouble started. After sharing her first kiss with Corbin, she returned to find that the King had him killed and that her wedding was in a matter of days. Kay lost her temper, and, strictly because of her love of drama, she planned her revenge for her wedding day. She unearthed her Fathers dirty secrets, made pamphlets and delivered them to every noble loyal to the King. On top of that she proved that Lord Johnathan Steevens, leader of the minstrals, was in fact the number one most wanted man in the country. And, leaving chaos, the crown in trouble, and her enemies named, she took to her heels and left her life behind. This is the rest of her story...

I WAS A PRINCESS ~~~~~~~~~~~~PART TWO - THE THIEF

CHAPTER ONE - KANNA

I WAS A PRINCESS. I took a career break, now I'm a thief. Not that you would know it to look at me though. I am a master player, If I don't say so myself, and I can fool anyone into seeing what I want them to see.

My hair is short now, with thick brown curls falling around my face. I walk like I own the streets, more cocky now than I've ever been. I know what I want, and only I can get it.

Forget those old rules of etiquette and constricting clothes, forget being bossed and ordered and watched constantly, forget being polite- forget my image , I am my own woman now and freedom never tasted sweeter. Goodbye old pathetic Kayanna, hello Kanna, the woman who will rob you blind before you blink. I wonder what dear old Father would think?

When I left the palace I was pennyless. All I had was the dress I wore, my horse and my amber gem. My horse, I set it free. It sped back towards Rubia; doubtless freedom was not in its taste. But my clothes were fit for a Princess, a princess bride, and the first town I reached I sold them for a plain green linen peasant smock and money for a meal. Though I did resieve strange looks from the merchant for free. I kept my necklace though, but I put a small leather satchel around the gem so I wouldn't have to look at it.

When I had finished my meal in the Mellyn Inn I realised I was in trouble, but I knew I wasn't going back.

Then something happened. Something that changed my life. For the better you ask? Probably not.

A man, a noble, richly dressed in a brocade surcoat with daggers at his hips, a heavy money pouch at his belt, a smirk on his lips and a pompous swagger. He strode down Tailor street gripping the ear of one of his servants who raced sideways behind him. The boy was about ten, a kitchen-boy, his face was contorted in fear and pain. The tell-tale band on his wrist told me he was a slave. They were heading for the stocks, no doubt for a whipping. The boy must have stolen from his master.

One moment I was watching with the rest of the crowd, the next I was wrenching the boy from his grip.

The noble skidded to a stop and stared at me. He was too suprised that a peasant, a peasant woman would even look at him, let alone defy him.

Then he got angry. His face turned crimson, his jowels quivered in rage.

"What the duece!"

That was the point when my senses returned from leave.

"I- I - I-" I stammered.

"Hand the boy back woman!" He tried to snatch him but I shoved him behind my back. I could feel his little hands clutching my skirts.

I reverted back to what I knew. I adopted my most imperious tone.

"How dare you accost me in such a manner! Step back or I shall call the guards!"

The man laughed. He actually laughed.

"Do call them. And you shall join this truant in the stocks."

"Just you try!" I snapped. He did. He was suprisingly quick for his build, his knife was pointing between my breasts. I could feel the point prickling through my thin woolen gown.

Then things got a bit hazy. Colours began flashing in front of my eyes. The blade whizzed out of sight. I caught his expression of shock before he flew backwards through the window of a tailor shop. To my suprise his purse was in my hand. I had no idea how it had got there, all I knew was I wanted him to pay.

The boy jolted me back to my senses.

"He's going to kill us. He's going to kill us!"

I grabbed him by the hand and raced through the streets.

The skies had darkened by the time we reached the outskirts of Mellyn. I sagged against a milestone trying to catch my breath. The boy was watching with his arms crossed. He hadn't even broken a sweat.

"I don't know what you thought you were doin'! " he scolded, " We're both gonners."

I held up my hand for him to shut up untill I could breath again.

He tapped his foot impatiently.

"Allright," I wheezed. "Allright, lets see. We'll go further up the coast. Leave this town behind. Do you have any family here?"

He looked pointedly at the band on his wrist.

"Ah. Well, we'll go up the coast-"

"Ahem. Do I have to point at the band again?"

He noticed my confusion.

"I can't leave the town with the band. Its ma-gic!" He spoke very slowly as if to a half-wit.

"Where have you been? In a cave on the moon?"

"Very funny. Lets see." I crouched down to have a closer look at the band.

"How does it come off?"

"It doesn't bloody come -"

"Allright!"

"It was put on me when I was captured! It grows with me! I'll wear it till I die! Sheesh! You really are thick for a grown-up."

I leaned back to glare at him. " And you are annoyingly precocous for a ten year old."

"Preco-what?"

"Precocous. It means forward- smart. Cheeky."

"Oh."

I poked the band. It was made of some sort of black stone, probably opal. It seemed to glow in the moonlight, or maybe of its own accord. It was tinged with red -I could see it with the corner of my eyes. There seemed to be a seam in it, not the stone, but the glow. It was magic. Bad magic. I didn't know how I knew, I just did. The seam could be a weak point in the spell. I egnored the boys tutting and glanced at the eye tattoed on my arm. Its glow was yellowy/gold. That meant it was good. I felt it. I knew it. I passed the eye over the band and felt the familiar rush.

"I don't know what you think your doing-" He stopped.

There was an audible click and the band fell to the ground.

We stared at it lying in the dust. It looked harmless, like a broken trinket. The boy gasped, checked his wrist and began leaping around like a lunatic.

I grinned at his antics, proud of myself for using my magic on purpose. He ran back over and pumped my hand up and down.

"Thank you thank you thank you!"

He kicked the band and peered at it.

"Pick it up. Throw it as far as you can out of the town."

I shrugged and picked it up gingerly, in case it latched on to me or something. I brought my arm back and heaved it up the road.

I brushed off my hands and turned to him, when suddenly the night was ablaze.

A boom rent the air and nearly knocked us off our feet.

The boy saw my aghast expression. "Thats what happens when slaves go more than two miles from their masters."

"I had no idea." I was dazed and shocked. How dare anyone do this. There were no slaves in Rubia city, my Mother had made sure of it. But this close to the walls?

"We have to go." The boy was frantic. "They will have seen the explosion!"

He insisted we made our way through the forest. Now he had a taste of freedom he wasn't about to give it up again.

"So whats your name witch?" He asked me as we trudged through the undergrowth.

"I'm not a witch. Its kay-ka-kanna."

"Kaykakanna? Strange name, though maybe not for a witch."

"I'm not a witch. Its Kanna.

"Hello Kanna," he gave me a disbelieving glance. "My names Beren."

"Hello."

Beren decided to continue his interrogation.

"Where are you from?"

"Rubia." I was tired of this already.

"The city? Or the whole kingdom?"

"The city."

"What did you work as?"

I stopped walking. "What?"

"I said, what job do you have?"

"Oh." I made a strangled laugh. If lying to a ten year old was this hard, how would anyone believe me? "I'm a seamstress."

"No your not."

"I meant a weaver."

"No your not."

"Well if you think you know me so well, what am I then?"

He stared at me critically, his face creased up.

"I would think with yer posh accent, a ladies maid."

"Close enough." I mumbled. We began walking again.

"Or at least you had one," he added as an after-thought.

The child was too damn smart.

More to come soon.