Leaves crunching beneath my hurried steps, I couldn't help but curse my fate. The relentless pursuit of knights sent by my father, the king, was gaining on me. Fleeing my own kingdom to avoid the dreaded marriage.

I noticed a witch girl on her horse. Quickly, I climbed onto the horse and held onto her from behind.

"You there, with your limited intellect! My presence is your privilege. You shall take me along, and I forbid any objections!"

I demanded her, my voice laced with entitlement