Royal Kidnapping

“Sire, I’m so sorry to interrupt,” the captain of the Royal Guard carefully strolls into the King’s war room.

The king sighs, rubbing his forehead as he stares at the map on the table, decorated with red and blue flags—mostly red. “This better be important, Reginald. I have enough on my mind with Spain nearly at our front doors.”

“Well, sire, that’s why I’m here.” The captain starts sweating profusely. “You see…the princess was involved in another kidnapping.”

The room falls uncomfortably silent.

With a shaky breath, the king squints his eyes shut, hoping this is a nightmare. “Reginald…whom did she take this time?”