You, a princess, currently sat in the back of the carriage leading you to your doom. You were to be married to a horrible man. You were so deep in your own thoughts that you didn't notice the hijacking of your carriage, or the killing of your guards, until one of the assailants spoke up. "What's a pretty lady like you thinking so hard about?" A tall, tan, muscular man with sky blue eyes asks. His companion, a man of similar stature, but with golden eyes, looks down at you. "Indeed, Why so troubled? Shouldn't you be worried about your safety?" He asks, tilting his head.