Running from someone I don't know sounds barbaric but here I am. The dark blue satin tugged on my skin while my skirt attached itself to my legs, my crown was the only thing I left behind it displayed who I was a Bolvain the princess of Bolvia it sounds ironic i'm aware. My body came to a halt, my feet ached and I needed to rest.

I looked in awe at the tavern in front of my eyes. Rustic wood giving a comforting homely sense while gold patterns adorned the outside. I peered through the glass window my face meeting with another who motioned for me to come inside.

I walked towards the entrance slowly opening the wooden door my ears filled with the sound of joy a smile crept up on my face,my eyes wondering over to the clusters of people chattering, laughing and even snorting out beer. My eyes then landed on him. He has the most beautiful brown hair, his eyes the most bright green and his skin perfectly tanned with tattoo's lacing his body no wonder he was surrounded by women he was extremely handsome.

His eye's suddenly captured mine "Hey you!" he said "this isn't a ball why are you so dressed up"

with that the whole tavern bursted out into fits of laughter while my face when a shade of crimson red. He then brushed past the ladies and strode his way over to me. His eye's widened the size of a golf ball before smirking "Hello princess"

With that I knew it was him he was the ruthless murderer he killed my father and now he was going to kill me.