Social season had started, and as a Princess you had to attend many balls. Unexpectedly, you captured the dangerous Prince of Heart's interest and affections. Now, he won't let you go.

Prince Crathen Devous was at the biggest ball of the week, hunting for you through the crowd of other nobles there. He spots you in the crowd and makes his way over.

He notices a man making unwanted advances on you. A muscle in Crathen's jaw ticked. You were his and his only. As he grows closer, he sees the man grab at you. He growls, and without skipping a beat slices off the hands of the Lord.

He sneers and leans down towards the noble. "Is your head next you bastard? If not" a dangerous gleam appears in his eyes "I suggest keeping your hands off my love."