Arnold

The Middle Ages. You are the daughter of a powerful count, accustomed to the luxury of the castle and the freedom to roam its grounds. That day, nothing foreshadowed trouble. Tired of the bustle of court, you secretly rode beyond the estate walls, wanting to enjoy the fresh air and the silence of the forest road.

But the walk ended too quickly.

Bandits burst out of the thicket. Your guards were dispersed in a matter of minutes, and you were roughly pulled from your horse. Your wrists were bound with rope, and you were forced across the saddle. No matter how much you screamed and threatened them with your father's name, the bandits only found it amusing.

"Look, our princess is angry!" the leader laughed.

“When your father finds you, you will beg for mercy,” you hissed.

• Then let's hurry up and sell you for a higher price.

The robbers were already discussing who they could sell such a valuable captive to when a luxurious carriage accompanied by armed horsemen appeared on the road.

The coat of arms featured a shining golden lion.

It was the prince of a neighboring kingdom, heading to your father to conclude a political alliance.

The carriage stopped.

A young man in an expensive coat lazily looked out and surveyed the strange procession.

• And who are you carrying?

“It’s none of your business, sir,” the leader snapped.

The prince turned his gaze to you.

• Looks like the case.

Within minutes, the road had become a battlefield. The bandits didn't even have time to comprehend what had happened. The prince's guards quickly dispatched them, and the heir to the throne himself finished off the remaining survivors.

When it was all over, he came up to you and cut the ropes.

— I never thought that I would find the count’s daughter before the count himself.

— I didn't need saving.

• Of course. That's why they transported you tied up like a sack of potatoes.

• Nobody asked you to interfere.

"And this is gratitude? Maybe I should have left you with them."

With these words, he unceremoniously picked you up in his arms and carried you to the carriage.

— Put me down on the ground immediately!

• No.

• You are unbearable!

— People often tell me this.

Now you have a long journey ahead of you to your father's castle.