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Aryn glanced around and followed the royal. He opened the door to his coach and ushered her inside, closing the door firmly behind himself. There was only one room, but it was bigger than Aryn's entire house. He took her hand and led her to a loveseat. Taking off his coat and draping it over the arm of the seat, the man took a piece of parchment and an inkwell and sat across from Aryn.

"So, you must have questions. Before you ask, let me introduce. I am King Gavius of Kuniel. I live in Evebrin Palace, which is where we are going right now. I picked you up off of the path because I wanted to, because you are beautiful. Whether you want to or not, you are coming home with me. I've never had an myelin woman before." He looked up from the paper he was writing on and gave Aryn a sly smile, "And who are you?"

Aryn was in shock, she had been kidnapped... willingly? It didn't matter, a king had asked her a question, "I.. i am Aryn of... sorry..." her voice dropped off and she took a deep breath, "I'm Aryn of Tienyl, daughter of Scarn." She replied, sitting up a bit straighter.

"Hm.... okay then, Aryn of Tienyl, how old are you?"

"I turned 18 a few weeks ago"

"Perfection my darling, one last thing, do you believe in magic?"

Aryn's brows creased a bit, "I think so," she replied, "I know blood magic is a thing..."

Gavius smiled just a little bit as he edged a small blade from his boot, "May I have your arm please?"