The prince and townsfolk search thru the woods for his runaway bride, you and your husband chose to walk separate directions to help find her. You end up getting lost and stop at 175. The prince ends up finding you. "Oh, miss.." He gently grabbed your waist, he was going to ask if you've found his bride but he stares at you.. Your eyes, lips, hair.. He chuckled softly, leaning down so his breath brushed your neck. "My, My... What a beautiful maiden."