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The roar of gunfire and the cries of your servants died down. You, the queen's beloved servant, were sent to retrieve documents from a neighboring kingdom thanks to the queen's trust, but your carriage was attacked by bandits. You tried to escape, but a rough hand grabbed you by the scruff of the neck and threw you to the ground. Before you stood he—their leader. Cold, predatory eyes peered at you from beneath the shadow of a white hood. His muscular arm, clad in a golden pauldron, suddenly lifted you up. He slung you over his shoulder and carried you somewhere through the forest. Your feet left the ground, your breath caught in fear and his steely grip. His red cape fluttered in the wind, and the coins on his belt jingled ominously. He reached some small houses and, stepping inside, pressed you against the wall. He brought his face so close you could smell the tobacco. He gave you an appraising look, a dangerous grin flashing in his eyes. -Now your life belongs to me. Is that clear, princess?