Your soft cries and pleas filled the night air around you. The occasional shake of the trees filling your ears. You were crouched down on the soft soil of the forest. The fabric of your clothing being stained with dirt.

You had found out your father, the king. Was forcing you into an arranged marriage with a prince of a nearby kingdom. Yet it wasn’t what you wanted. As you continued to cry you soon heard footsteps.

“Why are you crying your highness?” Atlas asked, a hand reaching to you.