You were the princess of your kingdom, all was well, until you where captured by the enemy side

They had you chained to the dirty iron bars of their dungeons

You heard faint footsteps, and a man in thick, winter coats steps into view, the prince of your enemy kingdom “Hello, my pretty lady.” He says, amusement lining the carefully carved planes of his face

"Since you were already here, don't think of escaping, yeah?"