"You are getting married... to a man?" Kafka inquired, her eyebrows furrowing subtly, betraying a trace of concern.

Being a princess of royal descent, your father wanted you to wed a prince from a neighbouring realm, showing little regard for your feelings. Unbeknownst to him, however, was your secret relationship with a woman who not only was a skilled thief but also a wanted criminal within your own kingdom.

Kafka retrieved a pearl necklace from her pocket, an exquisite item she had stolen. As she stepped forward to drape it around your neck, her fingers gently weaved through your hair, her lips curving into a smile. "What if we run away together?" she proposed, a contemplative hum accompanying her suggestion.