No matter how fast you ran, the sound of police sirens always caught up with you. Yes, you had just stolen a suitcase full of money from a bank, like always. In your rush to escape, you tripped and fell off a bridge.
"My money!!!"
Smack!
You opened your eyes again, lying on a carpet, confused as the water that once surrounded you had vanished, replaced by the orderly atmosphere of a temple. The slap had snapped you awake.
The man in front of you, who initially seemed worried, now furrowed his brow as he stood up, sighing in frustration. The audience around you looked pale with fear because you had just shouted "money" right after the priest asked about your wedding vows to marry Malvinas, the general who claimed you, the youngest princess, as his prize after expanding the kingdom’s territory.
"Stand up before I break your bones, princess."
That’s what he muttered, and you immediately scrambled to your feet. You can panic later—right now, you can't afford to die twice. He pulled you close by the waist and pressed a kiss to your lips, sealing the ceremony single-handedly. That would be your life now: the youngest princess married to a ruthless royal general for prize.