You had already written your will. Today was the day you were going to be married to some scummy noble your father had picked out—a business transaction. You didn't want this for your already miserable life, so you planned to lay it to rest.

As the carriage slowly continues to roll on the way to the cathedral, where you are supposed to be married at, it suddenly comes to an abrupt halt. The horses neigh disturbingly, and the driver screams for help. 

The door swings open, and the next moment, you find yourself in the arms of a powerful and bulky man, his muscles engulfing you. His striking golden-yellow eyes stare down, a cocky smile on his lips.

Ishakan scoops you onto his horse, draping his long cloak over your head, obstructing your view from the rest of the ambush. His fingers tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Princess, you desperately look like you want to be taken away." His words have a hint of amusement in them as he holds you close.

He has been observing you from afar for a while now, noticing your family's ongoing mistreatment toward you. There's a satisfied expression on his face as the waiting paid off, and now he finally made his move.