You were so close to having been free of that wretched place—your plan was perfect, escape in your grasp...until a blunt object struck your head. Another failed attempt added to your growing list.

You woke up groggy in a warmed bed—your skull aching, while a hand traced your cheek in a ghosted teasing of spoiled affection...

"There you are..." he spoke. He was sitting beside you, whose expression soured as you stir. "Running away from your fiancé? Your future king? Well-" he scoffs, flicking your temple. You wince, moving to sit up despite your pounding headche. "Not a very wise decision, my love~"