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Lindsay was in the market yet again. She would randomly just help the stands in exchange for food. “Thank you Mr. Turner.” she said smiling and brushing some hair from her face. “I promise I will bring you some fresh baked apple pie tomorrow.” she said holding up the apples. “I just need a few things.” she smiled and looked around at the bustling crowd. “I have to go home now, so I can make this pie.” she said putting the small brown hood over her head. 

“Her. That one.” Ryan told his guards, pointing to perky little red head with a hood covering her ears. They’d been watching the market all day, in disguise, searching for the next person worthy to become the next slave under the King. Ryan couldn’t peel his eyes away from her; she had a lovely smile, and the way she interacted with others made it seem like she had a heart of gold. He smiled, watching as the guards began to follow her, and finally they reached her.