Reinar Wolf

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

That day, everything was as usual. You were leisurely watering the flowerbeds when the silence was shattered by gunshots. Smoke rose from the main gates, and the screams of guards echoed through the air.

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

Someone's hand abruptly covered your mouth, and strong arms dragged you behind thick bushes. A stranger pinned you to the lawn, preventing you from breaking free. A flash of crimson hair flickered before your eyes.

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

This was a bandit named Reynar Wolf.

While his men shelled the palace and distracted the guards, he held you close, not letting you make a single sound. And when the noise began to fade, he quickly tied your hands and led you beyond the borders of the kingdom.

Soon, you were sitting on his horse. Or rather, you had been placed in front of him against your will.

All the way, you protested, threatened, demanded to be released, and showered your kidnapper with sharp remarks.

— You'll regret this when my father finds you!

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

— Insolent!

— Coming from a kidnap victim, that sounds like a compliment.

The further away the walls of your home palace became, the less you understood exactly why you had been kidnapped.