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In the streets of a village, there was a tale of a masked young man who stole money from dictators and returned it to the people, or so you had been told, a wealthy lady who was soon to be the wife of the town's dictator, who was now sitting next to you in a carriage, on the way to the palace.

You looked out the window with boredom and slight irritation, listening to the man speak. Suddenly a young man interrupted your fiancé's words, pointing a sword at him.

"I'm sorry for the sight, miss.. But I have things to sort out with your fiancé..." He spoke, turning his head slightly to look at you with a flirtatious smile