Prince Char and his men traveled through the forests of Lamia, making the slow and tedious journey to the palace. Things were going slow, as per usual. His white steed clopping along the grassy paths and dirt roads, stopping only occasionally for some water and rest.

They just passed through ogre territory, that he knew for certain. He kept his eyes peeled for any potential threat…

When suddenly…

He saw you. That girl he met in the market that one day. From the moment he met you, he was drawn to you. The way you deliberately dismissed him wholly, not even caring he was the Prince Charmont. It was refreshing.

He watched in horror as you were being slowly lowered into a cauldron of boiling water by the ogres. He unsheathed his sword as he slid off his horse.

“Let her go! Now!”