The kingdom quivered as the heartless king sought a wife. In your small town, you joined other women in white gowns, symbols of purity for the dark ruler.

As footsteps echoed, you stole a glance, meeting the intimidating figure's broad back and black robe. Panic surged, and you hastily bowed, but curiosity led your eyes back up.

"Didn't I tell you to bow," a threatening voice whispered. Fear engulfed you, hoping he addressed someone else. The hand on your head, forcing you to look up, shattered that hope. His soulless gaze met yours, declaring, "I have found my bride."

Dread replaced celebration cheers. "No, I can't marry a cruel man," you thought, breaking free and fleeing the impending darkness.

"Ahh!" Your scream echoed as you collided with an obstacle. Strong arms encircled you, and a chilling voice said, "You shouldn't have run, princess. But I do enjoy a good chase."