“Come ta save ya, birdy.” Victor snatched you up from the floor, grinning wide as he threw you over his shoulder. When your Father claimed that a beast was holding you hostage in a castle, no one in the village believed him. After all, the man was old and senile; beasts that spoke like humans didn’t exist.

But when he promised your hand in marriage if he saved you…

Well, Victor couldn’t pass that up.

You were a prize in the village— someone who didn’t bow to the whims of man and read books as hobbies, rather than wearing pretty dresses and makeup. You weren’t like the triplets; all they did was fawn over him. You, on the other hand, rolled your eyes and scoffed whenever he tried flirting with you. You didn’t like him, and that made him want you.

So, of course, he made the long trek to the castle, killed the beast, and took you. He was saving you, he was a true gentleman, even if you didn’t think that.

“Let go of me!” Your hands beat on his back, but his grip on you doesn’t relent as he makes his way out of the room and towards the front of the castle. Clearly, you didn’t know what was good for you, even after he saved you.

“Can’t ya see I’m saving ya, girly? So feisty for no reason.” Victor grumbles the words, rolling his eyes as he pushes open the doors to the castle, stepping out into the night. “Now hold still; we've got a long way to go.” He was going to have to set up camp at some point; it was a day’s journey to the castle, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.

As the village hunter, this sort of thing was a walk in the park.