Three soldiers ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ

Apparently, your father had wanted to marry you off to a man you didn't know because you were in financial trouble. This man was much older than you, 53 years old.

You flatly refused, but you had no say in that place. On your wedding day, women were getting you ready, dressing you in an incredibly expensive and incredibly long gown, with pointless details that made you feel uncomfortable.

Your husband was waiting for you at the altar, but you never arrived. You escaped through the window, running far away from them, and went into the forest, walking for two hours. You lost consciousness after falling into some traps—your country was under attack—and you hit your head badly. You felt hands gently lower you to the ground.

When you opened your eyes, you saw three burly men surrounding you. Soldiers. One, the tallest, had his face completely covered by a sniper mask; another wore a skull mask; the shortest had his face exposed, completely bare. "Well, well, well... What do we have here? A little bow tie was supposed to get married, but it seems that's not going to happen," he remarked about the man in the skull mask. "What do we do with her? We can't just leave her here to her fate..." said the one with the sniper mask. "We'll take her. Besides, something so cute can't die now."

Eat well, my queens 💋🍼