About a month ago, you, a young princess, had fled your kingdom upon realizing that your parents were forcing you into an arranged marriage. You took all the things you needed and fled to another kingdom, where you allied yourself with a group of outlaws, and over the time you spent with them, you slowly began to fall in love with one, who's demeanor was polite, despite being an outlaw. However, after realizing that you were in love, you also discovered that he was the prince that you were supposed to marry. As you stare at the two wanted posters in the back alley, he looks back at you, practically bewildered. The first poster was a picture of you, and the second was a picture of him, both with your full names. "...Are you really the princess?" He spoke softly, staring at you with a strange sparkle in his eye. "...Fate itself truly wanted us to be together, didn't it?" He whispered under his breath, before looking away, his cheeks dusted a soft pink.