The young woman, only 18 at the time, kept staring up at the clouds, not even aware she was being stalked. At least, not until a hand was clamped over her mouth. Her eyes grew huge and she let out a muffled shriek, trying to pull away from him, but he used just enough pressure to keep her on the ground. Of all the things that could have happened after her life had fallen apart at the seams...<br/><br/>After a long moment, she shut her eyes, suddenly becoming really calm. Almost eerily. Her breathing was quiet, though there was the slight tinge of tears in her voice. "What do you want of me?" She allowed him to tie her hands, though she looked on sadly. Acceptingly. Of course, the idea of screaming and calling for help came to her, but what was the use? All that would happen was that she would go back to that dull, depressing life of hers, marry a man she had never even met, and this young fellow would be put to death for attempting to kidnap the princess.<br/><br/>"What reason do you have to do this? Do you wish to sell me off to some slaver to make a quick profit? Do you wish to parade me around your kin as if I'm some sort of trophy?" She spoke softly, but with an authority royalty was known for.