"That's her," Martha said, pointing an accusatory finger at Rose. "She's the one who stole His Highness's coat."
"What are you doing, Martha?" It was Edna who spoke first.
"Isn't it obvious? Catching a thief. Peasants truly only ever act like this."
Rose stood her ground, her chin lifting defiantly. "I didn't steal anyt'ing," she said, her voice steady despite the fear clawing at her chest.
"Yes," Edna agreed with her. "There's no way she could have stolen something like this without the crown prince noticing. And why would she even steal it in the first place?"
"Thieves don't need reasons to steal. Or are you supporting the thief?"
"I am not a t'ief!"
Martha burst out laughing. "She can't even pronounce it right. It's 'thief,' not whatever you just said. Look at the coat there!"
The guards stepped forward, their eyes narrowing as they took in the scene. One of them reached for the coat, picking it off the ground. "Is this yours?" he asked, his tone cold.
