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He looked at his family knowing it would probably be the last time he'd ever see them. He did not cry, could not cry. After all, men do not cry, they saved it for late in the night. Leroy knew he was guilty of the crime he committed, but he knew that he was not being fairly punished, not that the king cared. He needed a scapegoat, well he got the perfect one. Leroy was caught pick-pocketing the princess without realizing it. He knew by the way she walked that she was a noble, but not that she was royalty. The moment he saw who his target was he knew he had to try, for his father, His father had gotten hurt a year ago, lost his job, and his family lost their cushy home. Being forced to work odd jobs and beg on the street, Leroy learned Other means to make ends meet. After his father's injury, he became the man.
He let his sisters down who would now have to go out on the street in his stead. His mother would have to do unthinkable things....
It was all because he was too stupid.
It was all because he got caught.

Leroy was one of the few whom ever got to leave the country these days. With all of the controversy and wars, it was getting more and more difficult to leave the country, plus. It took money to leave, it took money to start again, and it took money to do anything.
A whore must have money for soap to attract customers, a chef must have money to buy the tools of his trade, and a poor thief must have money to fight against the almost death sentence assigned to him.

His sentence was to be banished from England. He would be forced on a slave ship filled with the worse kind of people, everything ranging from rapists, to murders. There was even an ex-executioner on the ship. He was a big bulking man who had beat his wife and seven children to death while keeping the youngest alive to watch before he set her on fire. They said she survived long enough to be able to smell her flesh while she watched in the mirror that laid under her.

Leroy made a mental note to never, not ever anger the man.

As they were loaded on the ship, a hush crossed the crowd. The king had come to see them off, a rarity for the king to be out, an even bigger one to see his french whore with him. He was attempting to leave his wife, and she was fighting it while his whore drained the country of its wealth. Maybe it was a good thing to leave, probably not.

As part of his sentence, Leroy had his mouth sewn shut for awhile before his tongue was removed. Supposedly he gave Princess Mary such a startle, that it was an insult. The price of insulting nobility was the loss of speech. He could not even tell his mother good bye one last time.

Other than the stitches left in his lips from the time they were closed, Leroy was a handsome man. He stood taller than the king himself, who was a remarkably tall man. His dark hard took a devilish tone to it in the light, and his ocean eyes mesmerized any damsel who was helpless (and possibly a bit foolish) enough to look straight into them.