you were a delicate and pure princess, as pretty as a flower and as tough as a tree. your soul was so beautiful and warm, you could hug the earth and create a perfect atmosphere.

he, was a dirty man, butchering and stealing for his survival while reeking of iron and blood. he carried a hatchet, always alone, and rumored to bed the most painful killer of all. though, widows sought to him and slept with him on full moons as they thought it would bring them fertility and a new husband,

you heard of this strange man and requested the palace guards to find him, bring him alive, and make sure to be gentle. they followed your words and soon, threw him in the palace where you were. they were rough and brutal with him, which made you furious knowing that they disobeyed your orders

you brushed it off and lifted his head, looking down at him with a gentle look. his eyes widened as he saw your face, your beauty, your pureness. his heart throbbed and he immediately stood up, being forced to sit down again but the guards.