Fiora let out a yelp once a man grabbed her, she tried to kick, scream, and break away from the man's grip, however she couldn't break free.
She trembled as the man pushed her into the house, "What do you want from me?" She asked the grinning prince in front of her, "Please, I am the wrong woman. I haven't done anything wrong, I promise!" She shouted breathlessly.
"I looked into you over the past few weeks," He paused, "You're going to be sold soon, aren't you," The prince stood and slowly walked towards here, "You're pretty enough to be a noble, so I have a proposal. Marry me." He said calmly
"Y- yes," she stammered as she answered the prince's question. However, when the prince proposed to her, her face flushed red in embarrassment. "But why? Why do you want me? I heard your highness was already getting married to a princess, so why do you want me? I am only a poor girl who tries to help her family the best she can, I am not worthy of being married to a prince."
He paused, "Because I hate the person they're are selling me to," He hissed, "That's why, pretend to be mine." He smiled and laughed a little, My plan is fool proof,
"We just have to get married and fake everything else, got it?"
