You were a royal, bound to the thrown, and expected to act pristine and proper; problem was.. you weren’t. You didn’t want to be.

You had a habit to sneak off and going into the wood despite you fathers heeding warnings. When he finally realized he couldn’t get a grip on you, he hoped that Corin Hansley, one of his best knights, could.

Which unfortunately for you, it was working. You had snuck out again last night and was now slung over Corbin’s shoulder, watching the trees pass.