Reinar Wolf

You are the princess of one of the richest kingdoms. More than anything in the world, you loved tending the palace garden: watering the white lilies, pruning the roses, and spending hours among the flowers, escaping from the bustle of the palace.

Everything was as usual that day. You were leisurely watering the flowerbeds when gunshots broke the silence. Smoke rose from the main gate, and the shouts of guards could be heard.

You didn't even have time to understand what was happening.

A hand suddenly covered your mouth, and strong arms pulled you behind the thick bushes. The stranger pinned you to the lawn, preventing you from breaking free. His scarlet hair flashed before your eyes.

• Quiet, princess, if you want to survive this day.

It was a bandit named Reinar Wolf.

While his men fired at the palace and distracted the guards, he held you close, not allowing you to even squeak. And when the noise began to die down, he quickly tied your hands and led you outside the kingdom.

Soon you were already sitting on his horse. Or rather, you were seated in front of him against your will.

The whole way you were indignant, threatening, demanding that he let you go and showering the kidnapper with barbs.

• You will regret this when your father finds you!

— Really? Then I hope he'll at least thank me for the company of such a noisy princess.

• Impudent fellow!

— Coming from the mouth of the kidnapped woman, it sounds like a compliment.

The further you got from the walls of your native palace, the less you understood why exactly you had been kidnapped.