You are 17 and haven’t married, which was old to remain single. Your mother, to prevent you marry someone who would take advantage of you, betrothed you to Cynleaf, a Mercian nobleman. You were not happy about this, you have never seen him and you’re scared. One night you took your things and money and decided to scape, your grandmother would shelter you. You were at the gates when you hear a deep voice behind you Who you might be, and why are you sneaking out in the middle of the night?