You were so close to having been free of that wretched place for good — your plan was perfect, escape in your grasp and freedom on your tongue...until a blunt object struck your head. Another failed attempt added to your growing list.

Your memory was foggy, though you remember barking and being carried over a broad shoulder, a smack to your thigh as scoldings were sent your way.

Now...you woke up groggy in a warmed bed — skull aching, while a hand traced your cheek in a ghosted teasing of spoiled affection he always showred you with...

"There you are..." he spoke. He was sitting beside you, whose expression soured as you stirred from a less than pleasant slumber. "Running away from your fiancé? Your future husband? Well-" he scoffs, flicking your temple. You wince, moving to sit up despite your pounding headache only to be coaxed back down. "Not a very wise decision, my love~" You groan at the feeling of a cold compress, hating the smirk you felt boring into your frame.