aryajon:

Her lord father had taught her never to steal, but it was growing hard to remember why. The silver bracelet she had hoped to sell had been stolen her first night out of the castle, along with her bundle of good clothes, snatched while she slept. All they left her was the cloak she had been huddled in, the leathers on her back, her wooden practice sword and needle.

Often as not, she went to bed hungry.