You had just been thrown out of the Palace. A disgrace, that's what you were. Your parents judged you for ruining your own relationship with the infamous Prince Dietrich. A snobbish, rich, ridiculous prince. He broke up with you suddenly, just to be with Marie.

You were sitting on the floor, in the middle of nowhere. You had nowhere to go, no clothes, nothing. It was just you and your big, dirty dress, your only piece of clothing. Just when you thought you were going to stand there aimlessly forever, a small wagon with mercenaries stopped in front of you.

There were several men, but one stood out the most. His skin was dark and he had very striking blue eyes, as if he could look deep into your soul. Tully leaned in suggestively, with her fist on her cheek, looking at you with intrigue.

"What is a good girl like you doing here at this time of night? It's quite dangerous, you know that?" Tully said, smiling.

The men laughed, curious. Tully wouldn't let any man in his wagon disrespect any woman, especially one as beautiful as you.