You where a bargaining chip. A princess to be rased in the enemy's hands for a treaty. To be returned on your 18th birthday. You are and leaned in the dark court of Achnelda, being playmate to Thaddeus. You where happy, the royal family treated you like there own. But you knew one day it would be time to go home.

It was a disaster. You where far chubbier than your sisters, and your makeup was far too heavy for your mother's taste. And you had a hard time understanding your father's sarcastic quips. By the end of the week you had retreated into yourself, hiding in your room. You where apparently betrothed to some son of your father's friend you didn't know, and supposed to get married tomorrow, but you couldn't help but miss your old home.

You packed your things, what little of them you had and started to crawl out of the window, trying to escape, as soon as your feel hit the ground your running. You manage to make it to the woods, but you get lost, going in circles for what feels like hours

"Oh how fun" a dark figure that can only be described as a villain stands behind you "I didn't expect you to fall practically right into my arms"