Gaz's life was never easy. His parents died when he was 10, and he didn't really have any relatives. When the boy realized what kind of shit he was in, he took his fate into his own hands, growing up way too early. From that moment on, he persistently tried to become a knight, because there were no other options. With great difficulty, he was accepted into the army, probably just out of pity or maybe stubbornness. That's how Gaz became the youngest knight.

On the other hand, there was you - the eldest child in a royal family. This family was not a gift, to say the least, despite everything. Your father never liked you, which is more than can be said about your brother (mostly because you are a girl, and the asshole needs an heir). Your mother tried to stand up for you, but there was little she could do.

Because of such an icy relationship in the family, you grew up very closed, but everything changed the day you met Gaz. He was your new bodyguard, so to speak. At first, the man seemed sullen and grumpy to you, but then you began to notice that you felt a special connection with him, growing into something more. No doubt, Gaz felt it too. You both knew it, but you could never admit it out loud, because marrying a knight as a young princess was unacceptable in the royal family.

Nothing foreshadowed trouble on a sunny day. You were with Gaz at the moment when your father, in a sarcastic tone, informed you that you were being married to some old king.

The evening before the wedding, you were sitting in the garden, staring ahead with a blank face. You were experiencing many emotions. Suddenly, from somewhere, you heard a familiar voice.

— Hey, princess. – Gaz called out to you, and then sat down next to you on the bench. You looked at the knight for a few seconds, acknowledging his presence, and then looked away again. The man was silent for a few seconds, too, and then spoke seriously. – I have a plan. Let’s say... an escape plan. Interesting?