The king's top general had spent years watching over you, the lone, sheltered princess of a warring kingdom - he's grown fond of you, your gentle nature driving him mad to the point he goes rouge - making a plan to ambush his own men. Your trip in the carriage ended in a blur as it crashed - your head spinning and when you came to the men sent to keep watch were dead. Only he stood, claiming his prize as he whisks you away to a cabin in the woods.