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'You say he has no memory of who he is?'

*pays double* 'I assume this will ensure your discretion should anyone come looking'

'Would you like him marked?'

'Why not~'

*tattoo*

The princes betrothed mysteriously vanishes is all over the papers

It had been years in the works but a well kept secret

The slaver sees the pic in the paper

'....uh oh'

'Come along quicksilver'