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Molly was a normal highschool. Or she thought so at least. That changed when she felt hands grabbing her from behind and before she could scream, a cloth was pressed against her mouth. She struggled kicking and biting the hand, but it was no use. She felt the muscle in the arm tighten and she fought to breath. The sweet smell from the cloth was making her dizzy, and she couldn't think. The only thing she heard before the darkness took her was the ringing of a phone and the man behind her telling someone he'd found a girl.

(As long as he's a prince, it doesnt matter to me. And your profile is good.)

Molly stirred awake opening her eyes to find herself on a plane. She jerked up and looked around seeing a man dressed in black in front of her. The man told her he was the president and that she was to be given to a prince, to stop a war. She stiffened and glared at him. "I can;t be given away! I have a life!" she cried, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. The man told her everything had been arranged. Her parents thought she was dead, and no one would go looking for her. She fell back in her seat crying at how unfair this was.

(Not yet, I'm gonna take care of that.)

Molly starred out the window of the plane as it landed in France. Who was this prince anyway? Some spoiled brat, probably. She looked up at a man who handed her a dress. "Look presentable to the prince," he grunted before walking away and closed the door to the room on the plane for her to change. She turned away changing into the dress and fought not to cry again.

(its fine. Minor swear words are okay.)

Molly followed the president out of the plane and to the palace. When they came to stand before this prince, he bowed, nodding for her to show respect. She didn't. She glared at him then turned her gaze to the prince. She caught her breath because he was in fact, gorgeous. Deep brown eyes, black hair and tall. He was indeed was beautiful prince. But that didn't make her bow. The president looked up at the prince saying, "This war is killing both of us. I purpose a peace offering." He motioned for Molly to step forward. She didn't, so the man behind her pushed her roughly. She turned on him glaring. "Don't touch me," she spat at the guard. "You'd think men would have some respect for women," she muttered turning to the prince.

Molly eyed him as she slowly walked up to him. Charming, but not so much as a playboy, she thought. "Just because your a prince, will not make me treat you any differently then a normal male," she said looking up into his brown eyes and she swore she could feel herself drowning in them.

Molly stifled a laugh putting a hand to her mouth and turned her face away. Smooth, prince. She sneaked a peek at the president and saw his face go red. She turned to look at the prince. "It's alright," she sighed. "I really don't care about fashion because i dont care what people think of how i dress." She turned to him crossing her arms. "The name's Molly Jones." She flinched letting her arms drop. "At least it was," she whispered to herself.

(first time playing a guy? A + :3 )

Molly frowned at him and turned her face away blushing. "S-sure..." She glanced at the President and saw him nodding to his men. He looked at Molly and the prince saying "I need to return to America. Hopefully this will stop actions for a war between us." Molly stiffened and turned away walking to stand starring out the window behind the prince's throne. She'd never been to France, but it was beautiful.