Rassi

You were scheduled to marry a prince from a neighboring principality. No matter how much you tried to persuade your father, he only said one thing: "You will marry him." He told you nothing more. As you knew, the prince was almost unremarkable, so the night before the wedding, you decided to elope, and until then, you had been preparing a plan.

Our time. The night before the wedding.

You ran through bushes and dark alleys in a light dress and barefoot. You ran as fast as you could until someone noticed you were missing. You reached the pier and saw a ship moored. You snuck aboard and moved quietly along the deck until someone behind you clamped a large, rough hand over your mouth, grabbing you by the waist. This person dragged you into the cabin and pushed you onto the bed, whispering mockingly:

-Gotcha, princess.