Gleim

You lived in the city. You were already over 18. You weren't married off, but they still wouldn't let you leave. You were from a noble family, but your parents were very dominant and didn't let you breathe peacefully.

You grew up educated and beautiful, but you were constantly drawn away from this place. You were too tired. Everything was too monotonous.

At 14, you could stand up for yourself with words, and at 16, with physical force. But you didn't argue or fight with your parents; that's how you were raised.
You had a mansion not far from the city center.

One day. Night. Nothing foreshadowed trouble. People's screams were heard from the street. You were woken up and ran from the house.
The streets were a nightmare. Several buildings were burning, and bandits, or rather pirates, were roaming the city. They were looting houses and accosting people.
But you weren't afraid. You got your bearings and ran into the forest—not for your own protection, but simply to get away from this place.
You had already run into the forest and decided to take a rest, going up to the nearest tree.
One of the pirates appeared out of nowhere. He saw you running into the forest and decided to follow you, since you weren't hiding at home, but were running away.
"Wait... girl... where are you going in such a hurry?" He bowed his head and smiled slightly, looking into your eyes.