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"Men, tonight we shall gather together in talk of fulfilling the darkest mission yet. To capture the princess of the Southern Kingdom." Murmurs began to spread around the room as the man in charge spoke. "We will need our best man to go and take care of her, one of you-"
"I'll do it." He said, stepping forward.
The man smiled a poisonous smile, "Great." He said with a grin. "Your mission is to ride to the southern kingdom and capture her, then you will bring her back and we will hold her for ransom. When the King and Queen give up their thrown we will take over that kingdom. Then we shall grow our nation strong with the guards and rogues of this kingdom and our power will over come all! No longer will we be part of this wretched kingdom!" He said, men around him cheering and clapping.



Plot
An assassin from the Northern Kingdom is sent to the Southern Kingdom to capture and kill a young woman. She's the next in throne to rule after the death of her father and mother. The plan is to kidnap the princess and kill her, sending a bad message to the king and queen. Problem is though over the period that he's there he becomes close to her and finds he can't fulfill his mission. Eventually she finds out and he has to fight to regain the trust and love of her while other assassins have come to destroy not only her this time but him too.

Rules
1.) No cussing
2.) No detailed 'mating' or births
3.) 3+ Lines with correct punctuation and and spelling
4.) Have fun

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~Mine~
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Name: Princess Annabelle
Nickname: Anna
Gender: Female
Age: 21 years old
Personality: Princess Anna is a very sweet and warm hearted person. She is adventurous and is easily determined to do something and to help others. She is generous and kind with a strong motherly sense, feeling as though she has to 'baby' something. Anna can get very emotionally attached to not only people, but animals too. This princess doesn't consider herself higher than anyone and she loves to be able to walk around and learn about her culture and about her people, without being treated so highly. Though she doesn't respond well to authority, Anna also is a natural born fighter.
History: You can say that Anna was born royalty, literally. As a young child growing up she spent time in private schools being taught how to act and behave like a lady. Against her will though she also attended a fighting class with some of the female warriors, learning how to fight in fist to fist combat. Though she resented violence and anything that had to do with it she continued to attend the class, wanting to please her father so he would stop complaining. Anna finished school and graduated with all passing grades. Into her early teen years her father tried man after man to get her to marry one and each time she refused. As a punishment for 'disorderly conduct' she was sentenced to live a year in a tower. That year she did just that. When she got out her mother was brought to tears at how big she had gotten and she wasn't there to have watched her grow. From there her life has been pretty easy, beginning to adjust back to the regular princess life once more.
Crush: Channing
Love: Channing
Husband/wife: None
Child(ren): Farrah and Chandler
Pet(s): Her horse Honey Suckle;

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Name: Farah Wolfe
Gender: Female
Age: Newborn
Personality: Hasn't developed one yet
History: Hasn't developed one yet
Crush: None
Love: None
Husband/wife: None
Child(ren): None
Pet(s): None yet
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Name: Chandler Wolfe
Gender: Male
Age: Newborn
Personality: Hasn't developed one yet
History: Hasn't developed one yet
Crush: None
Love: None
Husband/wife: None
Child(ren): None
Pet(s): None yet
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Name: Channing Wolfe
Gender: Man
Age: 25 years old
Personality: Channing is a very determined and free spirited young man with a lot of attitude and a lot of feelings. He likes to read and he loves to write, though he is a very vivid imagination Channing doesn't like to show it to many people. He is an excellent marksman and he never misses his target and is a very high ranking officer. He doesn't mind violence and he will fight. Channing is very protecting of those he loves and he is a bit of a weasel. Channing doesn't like to play games very much and he doesn't like to smile much either. Though he can hold down quite a bit of scotch and wine, he prefers not to drink.
History: Channing grew up with 7 older brothers, being the only one that survived after the Western Kingdom attacked. He and his father began to train together for years before the young boy was as tough as nails. Not only did he learn all about hand to hand combat but he learned to swordsmanship as well. After a few more months of training Channing enlisted to be part of the guards and warriors, soon excelling in all tasks. The commander realized his talent and bumped up his ranking to an assassin. Channing was thrilled but he refused to show it. Recently the Southern Kingdom had gotten into debt with the Northern Kingdom and has refused to pay the last dues, after finally crossing the line, the Northern Kingdom has declared a secret war on them. Wanting to catch them off guard. The rest is in the plot.
Crush: N/A
Love: N/A
Husband/wife: N/A
Child(ren): N/A
Pet(s): His horse Vixen and his dog Brock;


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OOC::// Accepted, we're going to start where he has just arrived at the Southern Kingdom gates if that's okay.
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Anna heard her name being called in a soft tone and drew back her cotton blankets. She sat up, rubbing her eyes and smiling sleepily. "Hello mother." She said as her mother came in and sat down on her bed. Her mother smiled and continued a small conversation before fitting her daughter into her white and gold dress(The one in the picture). Anna smiled and ran her slender hands down her small frame. Her mother smiled and looked into the full body mirror. Brushing the stray strands of hair back into a neat bun. Princess Anna smiled some as her mother lightly kissed her forehead and let her be in her room. She was grounded. Princess Anna was going to be served breakfast as usual. She walked slowly over to the window, sitting on the huge sill and gazing out at the passing world. Some lower class people spotted her and waved. Princess Anna smiled back at them and gave a small wave. Everything was just so normal today, already boring and dull for some reason. She had no idea of what lay ahead of her.

As he rode upon the golden gates of the Southern Kingdom two guards stopped him, asking him to get off of his horse and spread his arms. Channing cursed quietly before nodding and dismounting from his horse Vixen. The guards continued to rummage carefully through his stuff and keep a watchful eye over him. His dirty blond hair curled behind his ear and all over his head, making him look a bit scruffy. The fact he hadn't shaved yet made him look more like a rogue than a man of business. The guards placed a hand on the tip of his sword, looking for any type of specific engraving. When they failed to find one they decided to ask him questions.
"State your business here." The guard said, eyeing him.
Channing took a deep breath. "I've come to pick up my wife. She left to live here for a few months but now she wants to come and live back with me. I've got the letter if you do not believe me." He said, it was a forged piece of writing with what looked like women's writing on it. The guards shrugged it off and allowed him to pass, returning to their positions on each sides of the golden gates. Channing let out a breath, I've gotten past the guards with no problem, the plan can now be fulfilled. He thought confidently.

Princess Anna stood up for a moment when a few servants slipped into the room, bearing food and some wine for her. They sat the tray on the table, bowing before leaving the young lady to eat. On the tray was normal food; a piece of bread with a bowl of steaming stew. In the stew was chunks of beef, potatoes, carrots, celery, and rice. A meal fit for a princess. Anna began to eat quietly as she held her glass of wine in her other hand, taking sips occasionally. Outside the people carried on with their normal everyday lives and talked calmly to one another, you would've never sworn these people would soon be part of a violent war. Anna sighed lazily and walked over to a huge bookshelf that sat in the corner after she had finished her meal, grabbing her favorite book and locking her door. She sat at the table and opened the book, prepared to loose herself inside of the fantasy world of 'The Sorcerers Stone'. A beautiful and exciting story.

Channing rode along quietly up the cobblestone street into the forest that surrounded the castle, dismounting once more from Vixen and grabbing a knife that he had hidden in his boot. The young man looked over at the opened window, smiling. Everything was going as planned. He was glad he didn't have to break down doors and cause a big seen, since his men were in the bushes waiting for a single to attack. The stealthy young male used his knife to dig into the brick walls. He climbed up and pulled himself into the window. His green eyes met the princess as she took a seat back at the table with a book. "If you scream, I'll kill you. And believe me," He twirled his knife in his fingers. "I never miss." He said and smirked. He didn't want anything to do with this girl anymore than he had to, so he decided to keep this short and simple. To do his job and leave.

Anna's attention to the book was broken as a handsome man pulled himself through her window. Fearing now for her safety and confused by the man's presence she backed into the corner, ready to scream and fight as best she could. Though when she saw the knife in his hand her heart sank as tears began to flow. "Please don't hurt me, I will do anything just please don't hurt me." She pleaded, her eyes and expression reading obvious desperation. Princess Anna looked over at the door, dare she try to escape? No, he'd catch her for sure, though she couldn't just do nothing and come quietly. Anna grabbed the book and threw it at him, making a run for the door and fumbling with the lock. Her hands were trembling with fear and she couldn't get the lock open.

Channing grinned, females he thought in amusement as she pleaded. He reached in his back pocket and grabbed a thin but sturdy rope, thinking he'd just tie her hands behind her back and lead her out. When he noticed her looking at the door his grin dropped as he began to step forward. He suddenly put his forearm up to block the flying book as it flew at him. He blocked it and rushed to her as she fiddled with the locks on the door. He grabbed her and easily took control, pulling her arms roughly behind her back before tying them. "You know you're not getting away, struggling will make it worse." He growled before snatching her over to the window. He whistled to his men and the five men swarmed out and stood waiting under the window. Channing looked at Anna before tossing her out the window, his men catching her and putting her on the back of Channing's horse Vixen. Channing was next to climb out of the window and mount his horse, snacking his arm around her waist and tossing a cloak over her shoulders and head to hide her face.

Anna tried to fight from his grasp but couldn't, letting him put the hard rope on her wrists. She let a few more tears slip, "Please!" She begged a bit louder, hoping to attract some attention from a passerby. Anna struggled against the rope as he lead her back over to the window, not daring to try and fight him now. She was too scared to even speak. Nearing the window she dug her heels into the ground, not understanding what he was trying to do. When he lifted her and threw her out of the window she shrieked, wriggling until she felt the hands of his men. "If you release me right now I'll give you all the gold you could ask for. Please." She pleaded with the men as they put her on the back of Vixen. I'm going to die. 21 years old, and I'm going to meet my end. She thought sadly as Channing climbed behind her. She hung her head as the cloak was put on her. Knowing pleading would do nothing she sat there quietly, waiting for what was next to come.

Channing positioned himself on the back of his horse, leaning forward as she hung her head. "If you scream, if you try anything in an attempt to free yourself, I will stab this knife deep into your back. Don't make me do it." He said, sitting back before getting a grip on her side. He looked down on his men, "Is there a way out?" He asked, rushing the answer from a few scouters. On man, a muscular man with black hair nodded, "In the forest, straight through until you come to a stream. When you arrive there, turn to your left and keep riding. You'll come across the camp. We'll meet you there." He said before the men spread out again. Channing nodded and kicked Vixen's sides, making him gallop into the forest. One of Channing's men followed at his side to make sure his superior got out okay, even if he himself didn't.

Anna couldn't help but cry, since this man scared her. "I'm sorry, whatever I did please. What ever my parents have done to you, I apologize. Please let me go." She said, trying to turn and look at him. When she noticed they were headed into the forest she got even more nervous. She knew that this woods was big enough to hide a body where no one would ever be able to find it. Anna looked over at the other man, "Whatever he is paying you, I will triple it, please just help me." She begged, trying to pull her hands from the old rope. Anna hated feeling so weak and she hated the fact that none of these men seemed to care about her. Did they have any idea of who she be? The princess of the Southern Kingdom, a force to not be reckoned with. Inside she felt her heart sink and her hopes and dreams die away, knowing she'd never make it out alive.

Channing grunted and gripped her side tighter, "Shut your mouth you sniveling little sissy, I'm not going to hurt you." He said with a growl. When she tried to turn and look at him her jerked her back around, "Stay still." He demanded, tightening his grip even more. He was fed up with this girl and he didn't want to deal with her anymore. If she was to give him anymore problems he'd tie her to the back of Vixen and drag her along. Which ever choice made no difference to him, since he only had to keep her alive. Channing's servant looked over at Anna, "Your pathetic lassy, trying that stuff with me will help you none." He said with a smirk, looking at Channing with a grin. The taller man returned the grin as they traveled at a fast pace through the forest. Before long they rode up to the small stream and made a left, galloping along.

Losing all faith in her survival now for sure she began to cry again, hanging her head as her eyes became blurry with tears. She sniffled and whined a bit, looking down at the black horse below her. It took all of the strength in her to hold her head up and to stop crying. She had to admit defeat like a true princess would, with pride and dignity. No more would she beg for her life. Now it was at the hands of these men, and whatever they decided to do with her. When she lifted her head up her eyes caught something off in the distance. A large building there in the center of the woods. She turned her head back once to see her beautiful home had disappeared, it angered her. He'll not get me off this horse. She thought with a smirk, looking down at Vixen.

Channing looked straight ahead as he rode proudly to the 'camp' where they were going to keep her. It was basically a huge building that had a kitchen and a bunch of bedrooms with a jail cell behind two sets of iron gates. When Anna sat up Channing had no choice but to look around her, not enjoying this ride much at all. An hour dragged along before the smoke climbing from an already lit fireplace was plainly in view and they were about 20 feet from the camp. Channing built this place a few months prior to this plan, knowing it would come in hand for something. He designed it well and sturdy. When he got to the camp he stopped Vixen and dismounted, his guard dog Brock barking and snarling inside of the camp walls. Channing's partner jumped from his horse and began inside the building, leaving Channing with the girl. Channing put his hands on Anna's hips, about to pull her from Vixen.

When they arrived at the camp Anna shook her head in distaste, soon jumping at the sound of a dog's barking. She hadn't been around dogs much and she feared big ones. As Channing put his hands on her hips she blushed, putting her foot in the loop of Vixen's saddle. She held on tight and prepared for him to get extremely angry with her. Anna looked around, screaming at the top of her lungs and searching for the dog. She didn't want to get bit and get stuck to the horse all at once. She could tell that her screaming though might frighten the horse. Anna began to try and wriggle her way free, feeling the saddle shift around under her. Had she loosened it?