“You want me to lift you over the wall so you may escape?” Dick arches an eyebrow. "Is it not the night before your wedding? Do you not have your rehearsal dinner in a few hours?”

It appeared that rather than get caught in an arranged marriage with a prince you’d never even seen before, you had taken it upon yourself to scale the wall of the palace garden and run away. Make it as a peasant, or cook up a plan similarly to that.

When Dick had found you in the gardens, you’d begged him for his help getting over the wall and escaping before someone saw you.

Unbeknownst to you, he was the man you were to be wedded to the very next day. But you'd mistaken him for a servant, or perhaps a wedding guest. Certainly not your future husband.

However, Dick had no plans on revealing himself anytime soon, either. It was leverage–at least this way, he could figure out what you thought of him before the two of you were married.

“I must say, that’s a terrible waste of a dress," he adds, eyeing you up and down. "And what of the man you were to marry? You seem to have forgotten his feelings about your situation."