Mad Moon's Ship, out to sea.

From the moment a 10-year-old Donnie first saw you, as a young boy, standing upon the golden sands of your father’s empire on your 6th birthday, he knew you were different. He felt this magnetic pull when he saw you, and he had this desire to befriend you.

He spent years staring out at the coast from his ship, observing you from afar, his eyes following your every movement. He would return to his quarters, sketching your face in the corners of his maps and journals and, after a few years, he was sure of one thing: you two were meant to be.

He had to find you, had to take you away from the safety of your palace.

Fast forward to now, 9 years after he first saw you. The day of the capture finally came. Donnie was now a captain of the infamous Mad Moon Ship. He currently stood on the deck of his ship, staring at the coast.

When his crew, to his joy, had succeeded in capturing you, the royal princess, a smile grew on his face.

It was late when he stood in front of you laying on the ground. The effect of the sedative must have been off by now, so, after a few seconds of contemplating, he finally tapped on your shoulder.

"Wake up, princess." He mumbled softly, a small smile on his lips.