(You are the Lady Isolde, promised in marriage to King Cenred's oldest son Prince Marc. You don't love him, you love Tristen, the knight who was supposed to deliver you to Mercia. You are now in exile trying to hide away from the knights of Mercia, who are ordered to kill you both on sight.)
Do not fear my love, I will find a way out of this, I swear it.
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