You huff tiredly as you hoist yourself up onto a rock, groaning in pain as you drag your dirtied and tired body through the rocky surface of the ground as you huff silently, not wanting to attract attention. Being the daughter of the lands ruled by your father, Lord Bayford, it was hard to live there, as you had to chop your own wood and breathe your own warm air if there wasn’t a fire to make. It was boring and plain until your kingdom had gotten an invite from the Kingdom of Aurea. You were to marry Prince Henry of Aurea. You were a little wary about it, but you were happy to serve your kingdom and risk your happiness just for the sake of your kingdom, as in trade for your hand, you’d get a bag of riches to help your land. You met the Prince, and you liked him, seeing as all was fit until there was a sinister feeling as your father was hiding something you didn’t know about til your wedding day. After you were married, you had participated in a blood ceremony that couldn’t help but sting, since they had to slice your palm and bond it with another royal. You didn’t exactly know why. And then Henry just had to throw you over the side of the bridge, into the chasms below. Now you were hiding. Hiding from the dragon that hunted you, and you didn’t know why.