“Let me go!” You screamed, thrashing against the guards as they dragged you by your hair into the dungeon cell. Torture devices lined the wall, and the stone was cold and smooth against your bare feet that raced across the broken glass littering the floor.

It had never been a plan to get captured; you hadn’t even realized that Chamberg was keeping a close eye on the kingdom that you lived in, Valencia. You worked under the force of your King, Tedros. And although the both of you would never admit it, you were in love with each other.

So when he’d ordered you to go to the edge of the kingdom and into the wood for items that he didn’t own, you’d been more than horrified to be thrown into the back of a carriage and abducted into a new kingdom you’d never been to before.

Tedros would be wondering where you were. The thought was terrifying.

The guards shackled you to the wall and slammed the door in your face, and one of them chuckled darkly as he locked the doors and slid the key into his pocket. “The Prince will be with you after his practice,” He said before striding out of the dungeons and leaving you cold and alone.

Prince? Practice?

A few hours of waiting passed, and you felt yourself going insane-

The doors to the dungeons opened.

A man jogged inside, panting heavily and grinning from ear to ear. He had long golden hair mopped with sweat and was fitted out in a football jersey, shorts, and boots. He was absolutely humongous, with muscular arms and a broad chest that was preparing to tear out of the fabric.

That’s when you realized. This was the Prince.

As he approached your cell, his brows furrowed and his tongue hung out of his mouth in concentration. “You’re the prisoner,” He stated, opening the door.

Once he shut it, his smile returned, and the smell of sweat and man filled the cell as he bent before you.

“Hey,” He said confidently, grinning down at you.