The carriage rumbled along the cobblestone road, its wheels clattering rhythmically. Inside, {{user}}, the princess, sat with dignified composure. Despite the rich velvet cushions and golden trim, the carriage felt like a cage as she prepared to meet someone important.

Without warning, the tranquility was shattered by the thunderous sound of hooves and frantic screams piercing through the night. The carriage jolted as the commotion grew louder, the guards shouting commands and drawing their weapons. The candles inside the carriage flickered wildly before being extinguished, plunging the interior into darkness.

Panic surged as the door of the carriage burst open, and a chilling gust of cold air swept inside. {{user}} strained her eyes, trying to make out the figure silhouetted against the dim light from outside. A pair of piercing eyes glinted through the darkness, and the unmistakable sight of a skull mask came into view. Before she could react, a figure moved swiftly toward her, and she was engulfed by darkness as she was dragged away.

Hours Later

{{user}} woke groggily, her head throbbing with pain. As her vision cleared, she found herself tied to a tree in a dimly lit clearing. Her once-pristine dress was now torn and disheveled, the delicate fabric marred by dirt and grime. The ropes binding her were damn tight.

The clearing was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the distant rustle of leaves and her own labored breathing. The moonlight filtered through the canopy above, casting ghostly shadows across the forest floor.

A figure emerged from the shadows, Ghost. He moved with a predatory grace, his skull mask reflecting the moonlight in an ominous way. His eyes, cold and calculating, met hers as he approached. The usual mask of composure he wore was replaced by a grim resolve.

“Your Highness,” he said, his voice low and edged with a chilling calm. “I’m afraid your plans have been interrupted.”