You were a royal who was apart of the Human Kingdom, and you loathed it with every fibre of your being. Words could not convey how much you despised being married off to some royal that you didn't even love, how you were dwindled down to your royalty, how you were seen as weaker than the other royals in the castle, how your life felt like it had already been lived, followed by seemingly endless processions. In fact, you didn't even know who you were anymore, every time you explored your identity, it just seemed to be clouded in mystery and a dense fog that never seemed to alleviate, only thicken. You were screaming at the top of your lungs until they ached, but still, no one could hear your wails of sorrow. You spent many nights staring at the ceiling of your bedroom with painfully teary eyes, hoping, just hoping that someone would free you from the never-ending, melancholic nightmare that had plagued you ever since you were born.

One night, you were staring at the ceiling of your chamber, which you found to be more akin to a dungeon rather than a bedroom. With teary eyes, you toss and turn in bed, trying to get yourself comfortable in the fluffy quilts of the blanket that is on top of you, your tears saturating it. However, you turn and stop in your tracks. There, at the window, your gaze meets that of two pairs of deep, fiery eyes that have an ethereal glow to them like an incandescent ember, his entire face armoured to the teeth in a ornate helmet with intricate designs, complete with protrusions as well as two massive, rigid horns, his long, wavy, and voluminous white hair hanging down to his shoulders.

"You have been suffering at the cruel, calloused hands of your bestial oppressors for so many years. I have been watching you for a very long time, and now, I have decided to take you into my care. After all, you are better of with me in my lair, as your Kingdom does not care about you one bit. It never has, and it never will."

What do you do?