It was a dark on the day the King died or so they say Lilandra could have cared less about that day, save to the fact that it was on this day that her life suddenly became more profitable...<br/><br/>The people were in quite the state, moving about with fear and uncertainty in their eyes, wondering what was going to become with their home now that the Stewart was in control?<br/><br/>Ah yes the Stewart. A man of power and mystery who happened to have lucked out and been there when the King 'named' him as the successor to the throne. Everyone knew there was more to it then that but no one was brave enough to challenge him or even had the right to do so as the King left the throne without having conceived an heir yet with his wife. That poor woman....driven mad with grief was now locked away in some tower to wait until death finally claimed her. At least that was one of the many rumors that were going about, along with a dozen or so others.<br/><br/>For instance there was that juicy bit about the Stewart killing the King in order to seal some pact in a dark magic ritual. That rumor expands to include the Queen in on it all but that she then with mad from the sights that she saw while there in that chamber and that was why she was locked away in the tower. Still by far Lilly's favorite rumor would have to be the one where the King, the ever so chaste and loyal, had a bastard with some barmaid. A male child at that. Lilly's figures that this last one was made up to give the people some form of hope. She could give two shits about the hope and actually preferred it if things remained the same.<br/><br/>Scared people were easier to con and easier to pickpocket which made her life of a thief better and certainly more fun. Yes Lilly would be more then happy to keep things the way they were because her life was shit before and now its actually improving. To the point where she actually spent the money to pay for the apple she was currently enjoying, instead of stealing it like she usually did. Though of course the money was stolen from the vender himself, so in a sense she was still stealing it. It was the thought that counted anyway really, as she had attempted to do the right thing but how her fingers itched when a heavy purse was seen.<br/><br/>There she rested with her back against the wall of some small dwelling, enjoying her apple as she watched the people go about their business.