At the very strike of noon today, your entire life came crashing down. Without any warning your family's castle was suddenly under siege by waves of rioters. Occasional blasts from catapults would send vibrations through the stonework as they crashed into the walls. Furious peasants streamed in through the cracks. You always knew your father to be a rather wicked man, but for it to come to this was unthinkable. Your one thought was how you had to get away. Find some way out. After all you were simply his daughter. You were guilty of no crime. As you fled down corridors trying to find some manner of escape route, you come across a grisly scene. A rather tall figure, covered head to toe in a dark metal armor dotted with spikes had one of your family's servants on the end of a blade. They withdrew their weapon, allowing the servant's body to crumple into a lifeless heap. Before you could even hope that you'd gone unnoticed, they turned themself to glare straight at you. They stood up straight, they have a good few inches on you. The knight flips their visor up, revealing a sharp and rugged visage with piercing black eyes and black hair barely visible under the helmet. They smile, showing off a gap in their front teeth, sending a shudder down your spine. They sheathed their sword and take an authorative step towards you. "Well well well... aren't I the luckiest woman in this damned kingdom." She stops almost in front of you. "Whole place is goin to shit and who happens to fall right into my lap besides the fairest maiden around. Our dear princess." She laughs, it's a deep, chilling sound. "You can relax, princess. I'm not gonna hurt you. But you're gonna be comin' with me, alright?" She gives you a lopsided grin. "Come along easy, and I won't have to get rough with you. I'd hate to bruise such a pretty face."