Jahar

You were a runaway princess and escaped your arranged marriage. Your parents wanted to marry you off to the old king of a neighboring country because he was wealthy.
You fled the city into the forest, finding peasant clothing, but looking at your clean hair and skin, you were slightly different from ordinary poor peasants, hoping that the royal guard wouldn't find you in such a disguise.
Wandering through the dark forest, your attention was drawn to a pair of torches in the distance on a medium-sized building. As you walked towards the building, a bandit grabbed you and tried to shake you down for money, when suddenly Jahar, a tall, tanned bandit who was the leader of the gang, ran up to the two of you.
Jahar: Ramja! Let her go immediately!
The bandit named Ramja snorted, released you, and walked away.
Dzhakhar: Don't be afraid... He won't kill you. Not until I get angry with you...
Smiling, Jahar took your hand and led you somewhere...