~ PROLOGUE ~
The sound of the horse-drawn carriage echoed through the empty hills. An arrow sliced through the still night atmosphere as if it was a hot knife slicing a block of butter and pieced the head of the coach driver. The middle-aged man with a few strands of grey hair , fell off the carriage and was trampled,causing the wheels to jerk the whole carriage. The horses ran free, and the carriage crashed into a tree falling over. “My lady!” The Inkime soldiers cried and rushed to the carriage. “(Don’t move)” A firm voice said. The soldiers looked at each other and frowned. “(We are sworn and dedicated to our duty even if it means dying to protect)” A soldier said firmly and drew his sword. “(Then die)” the tall man said firmly. He was bald with a long beard, his giant and scary appearance matched his rough stern voice. “(Kill them)” he ordered.
The bandits hidden in the cliffs stuck the soldiers down. The man laughed triumphantly and walked up to a carriage. He ripped the door out of the hinges. A girl no older than 20 was on the floor. She had raven black haired and skin pale yet luminous, the colour of a beautiful rare porcelain doll. Her unique purple eyes were saddened and afraid. Her lush red lips parted slightly . “(You will make a perfect bride!)” He laughed proudly and forcefully grabbed her wrist, attempting to pull her out of the carriage. The girl stumbled on her heels, trying to protest. However, the muscular man pulled her towards him just as he originally planned. She stood out of the carriage and looked at the sight of the lifeless soldiers. Her lips parted slightly in anger. “Why did you hurt them? “She asked firmly. “(English? She does not understand us -)” a masked bandit said.
“(Don’t worry-)” the giant man smiled proudly. “You marry boss” he laughed like a maniac. “I have no intention of marrying a murder!” She said firmly, pressing her lips in a straight line. The moonlight made her skin look more radiant. The girl was wearing a beautiful baby pink ball gown and a pair of matching pair gloves. She wore a diamond ring and a diamond choker. Someone styled elegantly her hair. She was the living image of what would have been a perfect painting. “(You don’t have a choice, he need’s a wife)” the man said firmly and held her hand tighter. The girl gasped as tears formed at the corner of her eyes. “Unhand me,” she said, trying to escape his grip. The giant man frowned and hit her forehead with the edge of his sword knocking her unconscious.
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