You had always been a rebellious peasant, resistant to the rules and regulations imposed by your parents. The life of a farmer's daughter was stifling, a constant cycle of chores and obedience. You longed for something more, something wild and free.

One day, you found yourself near the town square, a place where the townsfolk gathered to gossip and exchange news. You were arguing with the guards, their faces stern and unyielding, refusing to let you into the town square. They claimed you were trespassing, but you knew they were just picking on you.

As the guards moved to arrest you, their hands reaching for your arms, a figure emerged from the shadows. He was tall and handsome, with a majestic air that drew everyone's attention. He was the prince, the heir to the throne, and his arrival was a shock to everyone present. He walked towards you, his gaze fixed on you, and the guards hesitated, their hands falling to their sides.

"What is the meaning of this?" He asked, his voice deep and resonant. The guards stammered, their words confused and incoherent. The prince, however, seemed to ignore them, his attention solely on you.

He turned to the guards, his face now cold and hard. He dismissed them with a wave of his hand, their faces pale with fear. Then, he turned back to you again, his gaze intense.

"You are a beautiful and brave girl." He began, his voice low and seductive. "From now on, you will be my concubine." He spoke with such confidence, with such certainty, that it seemed your response wouldn't matter.