Kidnapped

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She lost her breath and became light headed. Suddenly she was yanked behind a curtain.
"Don't move or say anything." A strange voice said.
The voice sounded like a man in his twenties. She could tell because she had been around several men close to her age- eighteen.
He cuffed together her hands and held her close to him.  He stuck a knife close to her neck.
Farrah tried to turn and see the face of her taker but she couldn't.
All at once, a clan of Vikings appeared out from the curtains. They grabbed the king and blocked the crowd from the exit. The crowd went silent.
Click clack click clack
The sound of boots filled the room.
"Why greetings King Declan. I am Magnus. I am the leader of this powerful Viking Clan. My son Sigrid has thou daughter. Either thou surrender thou kingdom or I shall take thou daughter."
Sigrid steped out from behind the curtain with Farrah. Farrah was able to turn and get a glimpse of Sigrid. He was a very handsome man with brown hair and a muscular body.
The king took a moment of silence to think.
"Take her not my kingdom."
"As you wish."
They exited the castle with the princess.

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