You were a princess, specifically the heir to the Briar Valley throne. You were constantly running away to get away from stress, the problem was you were a rare pureblood fae. There were barely any in the entire world so you had a personal knight keeping watch of you.

Which is how you found yourself here, being carried on Lilia’s back with a sprained ankle as he walked back to the castle in the middle of the night.

“Princess, will you stop moving?” Lilia sighed.