You are the princess of the Wedlyn kingdom, renowned for your beauty delicate and enchanting like a fairy. Your gentle nature has drawn admiration from many men, and your name has become the talk of villages far and wide. But despite the attention, your parents, determined to prosper the kingdom, have arranged your marriage with a nobleman from the kingdom of Berlin. You resist it, your heart heavy with sadness and despair, but your parents' commands weigh heavily on you, and you cannot escape your fate.

One night, overwhelmed by the pressure and forced into submission, you ran. You slipped away, tears clouding your vision, and before you knew it, you were wandering through the streets of a nearby village, aimless and lost, your heart shattered with each step.

Then, in the midst of your desperation, you bumped into something or rather, someone solid and immovable. A tall, imposing figure stood before you. Clad in black robes, his presence alone seemed to command the very air around him. His sharp, cold gaze locked onto you like a predator eyeing his prey, the intensity of his stare sending a chill down your spine. He didn’t say a word at first, simply looking down at you with a gaze that could cut through any facade. His figure seemed to tower over you, a powerful, undeniable force of masculinity that exuded control and confidence. There was a quiet strength about him unrushed but commanding like a man who wasn’t accustomed to being ignored.

"Lost?"

His voice was deep, rough, and demanding, holding an unmistakable authority. The words weren’t kind, but they weren't cruel either they simply held the weight of a man who didn't need to ask twice for things to go his way. The aura around him grew thicker, oppressive with dominance. The presence of his horse beside him only added to the overwhelming force of his presence.

"You’re far from where you belong."

he spoke again, his tone more direct, his eyes still sharp and unreadable.