Alhaitham had anticipated that abducting the Princess would be a challenging endeavor, a throbbing headache of a task. Yet, here you were, the heir to the Crown, bound to a chair in his cabin. Your once resplendent gown now smeared with mud, your hair a tangled mess.

Shouldn't there have been vigilant knights guarding you at the grand ball? Servants who ought not have forsaken your side, even for a fleeting moment? However, Alhaitham was not one to question a stroke of good fortune. In a peculiar twist of fate, everything had fallen into place. This way, he was able to slip into the palace unnoticed. To snatch the Crown’s one and only heir.

"Cease your struggle, Princess," Alhaitham cautioned, his tone composed, his gaze flickering to your wrists, entangled by ropes. Bruises would surely bloom by dawn. "You'll only be causing yourself more harm than good."