Oddly enough, the man before her seemed just as pained about the kidnapping as she was, though it was more inward feelings for her. Why would he be unhappy about this? Surely it was his idea to kidnap her. Right?<br/><br/>She listened to his introduction, though she had to question it. Why let your captive know your name? After all, if she got out of her ropes and ran back to the castle, wouldn't being able to identify the man who had attempted to steal her away be an issue for him? In her kingdom, someone who stole a loaf of bread would be forced to work for the owner of the bread for a week without pay. Kidnapping got you sent to the dungeon. But kidnapping the princess? You would be lucky if your death was quick.<br/><br/>He suddenly stopped, making Isa give him a curious look. It didn't last too long though, since he whipped around and gave her a look that made her take a step back. A glint of fear was in her eye, but she held her ground. 'At least he has some values...' the princess thought, keeping her expression solemn.<br/><br/>However, at the mention of Prince Arimar, her facade of calmness faltered. She looked to the ground. "Arimar, that no good, arrogant, insolent whelp!" She whispered this harshly, her thin eyebrows furrowing tightly. To say she was irritated was the understatement of the century. Many a time did she hear of Arimar, mostly involving scandals with neighboring kingdoms. Arimar was one to start a war, and with his large, powerful army, he was also the one to finish it. Multiple times had he brought gifts to her parents, more often than not as a sort of trade: Isa for his material goods. Thankfully, her parents knew of his cruel ways, and they would accept the gifts, but not give the young princess in return. Now that they were gone, it made sense he would go after her again. But why a kidnapping?<br/><br/>After a moment, Isa's body relaxed again. She looked over at the rugged young man before her, "I'm very sorry about your family issues, really I am. But I can't marry Arimar. You've likely seen how he is to his people. He would treat me even worse. Not to mention my own people..." She turned her head, pure ivory hair shining as it blew past. "I have to take care of them. It's my duty as princess. I can't simply let them go to him; he would tax them to death!" She frowned, looking saddened. "At least, if I marry King Tharbys, my kingdom will stay safe under his, and my, care..."<br/><br/>It was a tough decision. The welfare of this one man versus the welfare of an entire kingdom. However, if she were to refuse his offer, he might simply take the kingdom by force, killing many innocents and destroying many villages to get his way. Such decisions were never easy...