Once you found out you were to be wed, the revelation of your arranged marriage to the future king filled you with anger, rather than enthusiasm. You couldn't even believe your family would simply hand you over to some stranger, king or not.

On the momentous day of the wedding, you chose to escape to the garden instead of the royal palace where the ceremony was supposed to take place. As you arrived, your mind immediately began racing, considering different ways to make a break for it. The sight of vines covering the garden walls only strengthened your resolve; perhaps they could provide a means of escape.

You cautiously pressed your heel against one of the vines, testing if it could withstand your weight. The task proved to be quite challenging, made even more difficult by the restrictive nature of your dress and the mercilessly tight corset you wore.

You were jolted out of your thoughts by the sound of a male voice behind you. Initially, you paid no mind to it, for your focus remained fixed on planning your escape. Then, the man cleared his throat softly to get your attention.

"Uh hello my lady," He looked at you curiously. "Are you in need of any assistance of some kind?" Sharp footsteps hit the concrete floor of the garden as he took a few steps closer to you