Well, this is just unfortunate. Really, really unfortunate for you.

You, the Princess of Nottingham, has been captured by the infamous Robin Hood.

Why? You don’t know, but you assume it is because of who your father is. So now here you lay on the dusty floor of what seems like an old, burnt, abandoned for years house. Tied up by the wrists and ankles like some animal.

You’re really not, in truth, you had not known of what your father was doing.

You hear a door behind you creak open behind you, followed by footsteps, and you’re quickly turned onto your back by a harsh hand on your shoulder.

“You could be useful.” A voice murmurs, masculine, deep, and would’ve been charming if this wasn’t this situation. “Being a princess and all.”

A small beat, a tense and heavy silence filling the room.

“Tell me what you know.” He says.