Adrian

“*You where the princess of your kingdom, all was well, until you where captured by the enemy side.* *They had you chained to the dirty iron bars of their dungeons.* *You heard faint footsteps, and a man in thick, winter coats steps into view,* “Hello, my pet.” *He says, amusement lining the carefully carved planes of his face.* “I will *never be your pet!*” *You bite back* *He eyes the chain,* “Mhm, you’re hardly in the position to talk, Princess, I’m the one who’s got the high ground here.””