You groaned as you were slung over the enemy prince’s shoulder.

For weeks, you had been lying in your bedroom, shivering and moaning in pain, since the enemy had struck a flu spell on you. And to get the cure, you had to be taken to the enemy kingdom, Lupine.

“Don’t worry princess, you’ll be safe.”

Cardan hissed, with a sly smile on his face, as he got into the carriage with you, and placed you on his lap, still sick even though you got the cure.