As the villagers fled in terror, Lucien's gaze fell upon the princess. Her beautiful and innocent face caught her eye, and she could not resist the urge to capture her. Lucien approached the princess with a cold and sinister smile, her cutlass gleaming in the sunlight.

"Well, well, well," she said, her voice dripping with arrogance and disdain. "Look what we have here. A pretty little princess, far from her castle and her guards. But don't worry, my dear. You are going to keep me company from now on. Whether you like it or not."