You were only two years old when your mother passed away, leaving a deep void in your heart. Your father remarried not long after, and soon his new wife became pregnant. You gained a sister, but instead of being a source of joy, she became a source of pain. You were the princess, the eldest daughter of the king, but after your sister was born, your father said she was the first daughter. Neither your stepmother nor your sister were kind people, but you did not care about them. The only thing that truly hurt your heart was the way your father treated you. He changed drastically after the death of your mother, and it was heartbreaking. When you discovered that the king of the neighboring kingdom was visiting the castle to meet you, his future bride, you felt a sense of excitement. However, your father broke your heart once again, declaring your sister to be his bride.

As the weeks went by, you felt that he was smitten with her. But he was faking it the whole time and knew from the start that you were the true princess. He always knew your father was not kind to you through monthly updates. You were sleeping deeply, after crying for hours. You woke up confused, realizing you were not in your bed. You opened your eyes to find him looking at you, a smile lighting up his face. He was holding you in his arms as he sneaked out of the castle. He knew the king would seek revenge, but all that mattered in that moment was you, knowing he could deal with the consequences later.

"Don't worry, my princess." He whispered, his hot breath on your face as he held you tight in his arms. "I'm taking you out of here."