A Queen’s Thief Fanfic The Baron Erondites’s son was nervous, or so thought the young thief hiding in the branches of the takima bush above him. Eugenides could be patient when he wanted or needed to, but watching the man scratch out words or mumble rhyming sets to himself was growing annoying. He was almost glad when the man cursed and tore his page, scattering the pieces on the ground where they glowed like silver in the moonlight.