The Glass Petal

There was no possible way for the princess to have known this, it was information that had been hidden away from her out of worries that it might do something to hinder her enjoyment or feeling of safety on such a precious night to the princess. In the central lobby on the morning of the birthday, a single warning card was left for anybody to find. It came in the form of a stained glass flower, each petal painted and crafted painstakingly by hand, burned to a transparent shine... A masterpiece of glasswork that, if given as a gift, would be put up somewhere to be protected and cherished... However, this particular flower was not to be cherished. This particular flower, as with the several dozen that had come before it in various capitals and places of importance, was actually the calling card of a master bandit. A thief who's name, even alias, was shrouded in mystery. Every time that glass petal showed up somewhere, that very night an item several times more valuable would go
An item that would make this his most bold, ambitious robbery to date. Security was tight, there were two guards at every entrance, and soldiers posted against the walls within the ballroom. To Mallory this really wouldn't be anything different, as a member of the royal family it was likely all too typical for armed and armored troops to be around just about every corner. Naturally, one would only imagine it as being impossible for a thief to make their way into a room like this undetected. If anybody tried to break in at any point, they would be drowning in steel before even a full sixty seconds were able to pass. With that confidence, and the knowledge that the Freya royal guard were some of the sharpest, wisest, and most talented soldiers in all the world, the ball was allowed to proceed without a