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Moch found himself on the streets of the marketplace, and more of his fears came true. People were shouting up and down, "The new king! The new king!" Many vendors offered Moch free things as he passed, but he kindly rejected them. Many guards were about, some giving Moch a puzzling stare as he passed by alone, aka without protection. Moch used to be a paladin, he could handle himself...
Then it happened. Moch felt something crash into him from behind, almost knocking him off balance. He turned around to see a boy run by, one who looked like he had never been in a real home, or had eaten a good meal in days. Following the boy came a merchant chasing him and yelling angrily.
"THEIF!" he yelled as he passed Mochokoy. Before he could get to far away, Moch grabbed the merchant by the shoulder. "GET OFF OF M- Oh, king! I-I'm, I'm sorry!" The man sputtered.
"What did the boy still?" Moch asked calmly.
"Three apples and a hunk of meat... Why?"
Moch knew the boy was probably homeless and starving. "How much would those items usually cost?" Moch asked.
"Ten pieces of gold at least!" The merchant said. Moch reached into his pocket and pulled out some gold pieces. He handed them to the merchant. "There's fifty. If the boy steals again, let him go next time." Moch said, smiling and then walking off into the crowd again...

Eventually, Moch didn't know what else to do... He wished there was someone he could talk to, but no one else really knew the pressure's of being king, only himself and thew now deceased former king. How did he do it? Moch's thoughts went around in circles as people yelled and hollered and cheered at him, and he kept his smile on, but on the inside he felt like he was being eaten alive from the inside out. He eventually leaned against the wall of a nearby home, and slowly slid down and he was sitting, where he put his arms on his knees, and his head on his arms. He didn't care what people thought about him right now, he was confused as anything...

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Raphael wandered the market place hands in his pockets, there was cheering from the next street over. Eather there was a good fight or a rich person who was popular in town. It'd be stupid of him to steal from an actual poplular noble, like there were really any with him. "might as well go for it," he said grinning and changing direction to where the noise was. Comming closer he was able to identify the hollaring for the new king, this was going to be better than he expected. If he could pull off stealing from the king...

Allya heard a loud cry coming from close by. "Can we go and see Allya?" Tessa pleaded, pulling on Allya's hem of her dress, "Pweeeassssse???"

"Fine" Allya sighed, she really disliked crowds. She was a shy person by nature and crowds and her did not mix well, "But only for a little while. We can't stay too long if we are to get back home before nightfall." They walked over to the crowd and pushed up closer to the front. It was the new king they were cheeing for. Suddenly Tessa broke free of Allya's hand and ran into the crowd. Allya called for her and ran into the mass of people to catch her before anything went wrong...

The crowds never seemed to stop. It was as if their whole life revolved around Moch. In a way, it did. He could ruin their lives, keep them the same, or make them better. He hoped in his kingship, to make them better. From the poorest peasant to the richest noble, he hoped everyone would say that Moch was one of the best kings Lukia had ever seen.
Then Moch heard a yell different from the rest. He craned his head to see two girls running at him. One a bit younger than the other, and the older one chasing the younger. Moch smiled and laughed a bit, and he could tell the younger one was a bit excited about something, and the older sibling didn't seem to want to have to chase after her younger sister.

Moch had stopped now to make sure everything was okay, but before he could say anything another man appeared and stopped the younger girl. Something in Moch's conscience told him he may need to look out for this man, but then again, Moch was probably judging a book by it's cover. This guy was probably a good person, he did stop the girl from going to far and all... Moch shook it off and stood there, just to make sure everything was okay with the siblings and the guy.

Raphael laughed, at the girl trying to leave with her sister. There was no way they were getting anywhere with the king still here. Turning he bowed to the king, "my apologies ur majesty but next time you come grace us in public best wear a disguise." Straiting he looked for where the king would keep his purse without being to obvious, he'd be no good if people actually knew what he did for a living especially when he was doing it.