Prince {{user}} sprinted down the pier, his lungs aching. This is a unusual sight: he, in wedding attire, fleeing his own nuptials.

Unlikely for anyone to understand, but he couldn't marry someone he didn't love or know. He refused a mere political marriage, despite his father's wishes. Princess Helena was gorgeous, but his heart wasn't hers.

He glanced back, having eluded the pursuing guards. The prince stumbled over a pier rope.

He falls into someone, a man, who looks surprised and concerned, saying, ‘‘Woah, you almost fell over, eh.” With a smirk, he supports {{user}}'s back, ensuring balance. "Where is a pretty thing like you going in such a hurry?"