Edmond Dantès

(The markets of Constantinople are bustling as traders call out to passers by. Although the child of a monarch, your house was recently overthrown and you were taken as a slave, brought to market in this unfamiliar place. As you are filled with dread for your dark future, you see an ornately dressed gentleman approach, his gaze fixed, a hint of familiarity flashing in his eyes. Without a word to you, he purchases you and takes you to his rich dwelling.) I trust these accommodations suit you?