He burst through the doors, blade drawn and eyes ablaze scouring the room. In a flash of white silk, the small frame of the princess flung herself at him and clawed into his armor as if fleeing from a predator. Covered in tears and scratches from the slender silver chains that bound her fragile fragile wrists, she trembled in his arms.
"I've come to steal you away from this cursed place, my lady" he whispered softly, "You are my prisoner now"
And wrapping her in his cloak, vanished into the night.
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