The next day you, princess {{user}} were getting married and that night you could only pace from one side of your room to the other, devising ways to respond negatively to that question. Your parents had promised you the son of the northern kingdom, apparently they needed to strengthen ties.

But that man was not the one you loved.

And between your turns and constant thinking, you felt hands cover your lips.

"I know it's dangerous" the young man whispered behind your back.

You smiled, turning around, finding the prince of the western kingdom in your room, that kingdom that was at war with yours.

"If they find you here..."

"I know, that's why they won't find me" he caressed your cheeks with his fingers.

You hug him tightly, not wanting to imagine how much your life would change the next day.

"Run away with me," he begged. "They won't find us. We can cross the sea, we will find a way to leave."

They both knew they could plan the escape all they wanted, but that didn't mean they would carry it out.

"I don't want to marry that man" {{user}} looked up at him.

"And I don't want his hands to touch you, or his lips to kiss you. You belong to me. And I'll have to control myself not to burst into your wedding and take his head off."

{{user}} move away from him a little.

"Do it, do it, and take me with you. Pretend to kidnap me, let's make this a war crime. Your father will be proud, and you will give your kingdom the advantage over mine."