<span style="font-family:Vidaloka">Wesley was leaving. He was leaving the palace grounds and he was completely empty handed as he walked towards the little portion of the wall that he had to climb over to “officially” get out. An impossible feeling of anger was swarming through him at the realization that he was empty handed because he knew that everyone would tell him he’d risked his life for nothing and that he was a stupid cursed boy. They would say his curse would’ve never allowed him to be successful in the first place and who shouldn’t even try to reach his dreams. It would never happen. <br/>
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Arriving at that wall, he couldn’t bring himself to climb over it. He couldn’t bring himself to face everyone who would spit on his name and he couldn’t bring himself to actually accept his empty handedness. <br/>
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From where he was, he could hear as the tournament continued. He could hear the cheers as jousts were won and lost and he could hear the clanging of steel that meant two people had collided. Wesley wished he could’ve been more of a part of it and he leaned back against the wall, his whole body sighing completely. It was still his dream. He still wanted to be a part of it and Wesley found himself beginning to wonder if he truly was cursed. <br/>
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It was that anger that drove what he did next. It was that frustration that would probably prevent him from ever settling for the bare minimum. <br/>
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Pushing himself up from leaning against the wall, Wesley could tell from the sounds of masses of people that the tournament was ending and people were starting to file out of the arena’s area. That meant - to him, at least - that all the security would be concentrated in that area to make sure everyone actually left. It was a perfect opportunity for Wesley to do something very different entirely. Even he wasn’t sure what he was looking for yet, either. All he knew was that he wasn’t leaving empty handed. He couldn’t bring himself to allow it. <br/>
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Footsteps carried him back towards the castle and he was still wearing the outfit that he’d been required to wear as a squire. Well, at least that meant that no one would question his presence there. At least, they shouldn’t have. The young man walked past a few servants and maids; none of them even looked twice at him. They just let him pass. So far, everything was going well. He soon began to realize that he was moving in a direction that was far quieter and he wondered why that would be so. The wonder wasn’t enough to stop him, but it was enough to make him cautious. Caution was his best friend with this action. However, that caution only lasted until he walked past an open door. <br/>
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The room was a bedroom. It really wasn’t unusual to find one of those in the palace. Quite a few people lived there, after all. What caught his attention, though, were the gems on the mirror. Wesley had never seen something so pristine and it wasn’t hard to conclude that this wasn’t just any bedroom. Someone important spent their nights sleeping here. That was enough to lure him inside. The jewelry laid out was astounding. Surely any individual piece was worth more than he could ever imagine and Wesley only needed one. He only needed one… <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:lightgreen"><b>“Hey!”</b></span> a voice erupted behind him. <br/>
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The blonde didn’t even look back, he swept his hand across the dresser, knowing that he would knock almost everything onto the floor, but he also managed to grasp one chain. He wasn’t sure what it was, but anything he could’ve grabbed had enough value for him. Without hesitation, Wesley ran for the window. He was only on the second floor and there were bushes down below. While it wouldn’t be pleasant, the jump wouldn’t kill him either. <br/>
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Landing, Wesley felt the pain creep up his leg. He’d not landed quite right and there was no telling what the real damage was. He didn’t have time to think about that now, though. Wesley continued running. It was a limping run, but it was enough. Whoever had seen him hadn’t been quite so willing to run out a window. <br/>
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They were, however, making enough of a ruckus to alert anyone nearby.</span>