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There we do! Do you want to start off with your character?

Which role did you want?

I'm fine with whichever one you don't take.

I'm a sucker for the king role I guess.

Tristan Dash Djimon, a.k.a. King Dash of Kingdom of Narva. (view spoiler)[ 26 in age, he's the 12th king named Dash. His eye color are violet due to a mutationin his bloodline (hide spoiler)]

Madeline Rose Warner
(view spoiler)[ She's 26 (hide spoiler)]

Could you start? I need to know where she is when touring his kingdom.

((Sure))

Madeline was new to this kingdom. She hoped it wasn't obvious, but she had only planned on trying to find a new type of silk. She was in the public market and was looking around. Smiling at everyone around her. She made her way to a fruit stand and bought herself an apple. She took a small bite and her eyes filled with delight. She had never tasted such a juicy and tasty apple in her life. Madeline laughed and took another bite. She finished her apple quite quickly and threw the core away at the nearest trash bin. She continued her trek down the path of the public market, hoping they made a materials booth here.

"Right about now," Tristan Djimon sat in his study, turned toward a window. His leg was crossed over the other and his chin rested against his fingers of his hand that was propoed on the arm of the chair. A smirked rested on his mouth.

"What was that, Your Highness?" His advisor and good friend, Eric Tolman, asked from his position next to him. Unlike the king, he was facing the desk, hovering over a document.

Tristan didn't answer. He didn't need to. All would be found out eventually. He had seen her this morning from his window. She was touring the grounds with one of those annoying touring groups. It was only a matter of time before their paths cross. Some would call it destiny. He liked to call it fate.

Two of the secret men who worked from the shadows under King Dash, watched their target as she moved through the market. They were dressed to blend in for the most part. With knowledge on the route they would take to safely retrieved their target, they waited until she was close. Capturing her would be easy and as the market was particularly crowdy this day with the start of tourism season, things were even more easier. As she approached, one of the men yanked her from the streets, covering her mouth to prevent her screams from reaching nearby ears. The other worked on bonding her hands behind her back. They pushed a cloth between her teeth and tied it behind her head and put her in a body bag but left a whole so air could get in. No one would suspect they carried a live body inside. One if the man hosted her over his shoulder and the two carried her back, running for the most part.

The first thing she thought of when she was taken by the figures, most likely men, was that her parents would have no idea she was in danger.
Madeline tried to scream. She tried her dang hardest, but the hand over her mouth only muffled the screams.
She tried to kick and fight, but the men were too strong as they shoved her into the bag.
She was crying she felt herself being brought to who knows where? What were they going to do to her? Were they going to hurt her? Kill her? She began to cry harder in fear. She could only hope someone saw her kidnapping and had already reported it to the local authorities. She sighed and hoped, with all her might, that was the case.

They brought her to the castle, entering through a secret passageway. They arrived into a hallway, leading to the King's study. His advisor left the document to see who was at the door. When he recognized two of the hidden forces, he looked over his shoulder at Tristan. "Your Highness, you requested the special task force? For what reason?"

Tristan rose from his chair with a smile. "Let them in." He moved around his desk to the front and leaned back against his desk using his hands to support him and crossing his legs at the ankles while the two men entered without a word.

They set the bag on the floor as gently as they could, and begin to open it.

"What did you do?" Eric watched in stump of mixed astonishment and horror. He knew the king was one to take extreme measures at times, but going so far as kidnapping was unheard of. If that was indeed a body inside that bag.

"Eric, you ever heard of the story of the story of the royals of Lunora?" Tristan saw the brown hair of a woman being pulled from the bag. He watched as they helped her out. When she was fully standing in front of him, he recognized her as the splitting image of the late queen of Lunora. Pushing off, he approached her while his advisor struggled with the scene in front of him. "Undo her restricts. That's no way to treat a lady after all." He instructed as he studied her. "You have your King's eyes. Tell me your name?" His men undid the rooe that held her hands behind her back, but left the cloth. They didn’t want to risk getting bitten as some people would do after being captured.

What is happening she thought, as she watched the men around her. Her eyes were blinded, she had gotten used to the darkness in the bag. She looked around and recognized that the man talking to her was the King of this country, and he was talking to her. "M-Madeline." She whispered after a minute. "W-Why am I here?" Madeline asked, more confident this time.

((Nudge :) ))

(Before I post, is this your limit in writing?)