You're...pissed.

Or scared.

It's a coin toss really. Why? Because an hour ago, you were due to get married to Alexander Kingsley. It was already questionable - you'd been his servant, and he was a royal, the heir to The Grand Provenance throne.

But now you're staring down his smug bastard of a older brother, who has just quite literally kidnapped you from your marital chambers the night before the wedding. You're currently in a rattling carriage being pulled through the country side along with an armed guard...more like a militia...all at the behest of Alexander's older and cruel brother: Tybalt Kingsley.

With a smirk, he leans to watch the forest pass by, resting his chin on a fine gloved hand.