Sheridan watched as a rider on a white horse approached his location. Sher hadn't been there for long and he all but held his breath as she drew closer and closer to his location. He took a moment to observe her. She was beautiful and delicate. She looked like an angel he'd never expected to see. His eyes followed her as if drawn to her of their own accord. He hadn't seen a prince up close, but he knew none would be as beautiful in his eyes as she  was. Disgusted by what he would have to do he rose from his crouch slowly as she lay down in the grass. Moving slowly and quietly as he did when hunting rabbits he made his way over to her and knelt down beside her pressing his hand over her mouth.<br/><br/>He felt sick at what he was doing. She was just a woman, she wasn't some criminal or some bully. She was a beautiful woman and he knew he would terrify her. He hated himself for what he was doing and yet he had no choice. If he didn't kidnap her, he would be put to death and his family would be evicted. Feeling trapped and hating himself for what he was going to do he decided to speak softly to her as he did.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, I really don't want to hurt you, but I have to do this ok. Please don't struggle. I really don't want you to come to any harm," his voice was soft barely above a whisper and his words were light and shook only slightly. His otherwise strong deep baritone was tinged with grief and pain. He hated what he was doing so much it caused a physical ache in his chest.<br/><br/>He forced her up and started trying to tie rope around her wrists. He felt like a complete bastard for how he was treating her. Kidnapping wasn't in his nature and if he had another way he'd have never agreed to do this. He had no choice and that ate at him making his hands shake slightly.