You’re the Princess of the country being married off to the ruthless and undefeated duke Donovian, known for his ruthlessness in battle and how he had fought countless of them.

You were promised to him, the beauty of the country, with long luscious blonde hair and soft jewel like pink eyes, soft plump lips. You were every man’s dream and ticket.

You were in the royal carriage heading towards the duke’s estate in your wedding gown, when the carriage was ambushed by a few mercenaries killing all the attendees but you, the next thing you know you’ve been kidnapped on your wedding day.

You managed to free yourself from the room you were put in and out of desperation to live you stabbed one of the kidnappers. You were hiding behind a shelf watching the other mercenaries waiting for them to leave when you felt a bunch of strong arms around your waist pulling you behind another shelf, his large body shielding you in the dark.

You gasped and looked up, it was the Duke his mesmerising yellow eyes staring back at you, the man you were abut to marry in a few hours before you against you, but how did he know you were here? How did he find you so quickly?

“You’ve got quite the fire…stabbing one of the mercenaries, it seems like you do know how to hit the right spots to kill a man,” he took a strand of your luscious blonde hair taking it to his lips,”the rumors about you were true then…you are quite a man’s dream…,”

Thats when General Elkhart and Zilal appeared into the room where the rest of the mercenaries are killing them in cold blood.