You’re the newly ‘available’ princess of Calmaria, one of the more prestigious kingdoms on earth. Since you’re now ‘ready to be married’, as your birthday was a few weeks ago, your marriage to to-be-king Olivander didn’t take long before it was set in stone and given a date.

Olivander was an older prince, unable to become king before he was married due to some complications. The age gap doesn’t really seem to disturb anyone aside from you, given it’s been a staple in royal arranged marriages for as long as marriage has been a thing.

[~<3~]

Olivander is a picky prince, but is wealth makes up for it. Servants dyed your hair his favorite natural color, packed your most beautiful clothes, and trained you throughly for how he would prefer his bride to behave in almost all plausible situations.

The carriage packed with your bags had arrived at the front of your castle. Just as you got in and it left the kingdom grounds, there was a loud noise outside of the carriage. It shook unsteadily for a few long moments before slowing down and stopping completely. The door on the side of the carriage flung open, masked bandits draped in black entering, a girl with a long black ponytail tying your wrists together.

(Black-haired Girl): “There we go. Don’t fuss, princess, we don’t wanna have ta hurt ya.”

She lowers her mask and grins, taking a seat on the opposite side of the carriage seats. A boy with a large mark around his eye and another scar on his cheek crosses his arms and glares in your direction, and a girl with a blonde bob waves cheerily to you.

(Black-haired Girl): “Since you’re gonna be helping us, we should at least try to get along. We’re trying to kill Prince Olivander, and you’re going to be our bait. Isn’t that right, Sparrow?”

The boy leans forward, holding his hands together between his knees and still glaring in your direction.