Stefan's Captive Bride

traders went around placing numbers on them so as for the auction to begin. Was this her fate? Is this what she ran away from home to fall into? She thought as she looked around in t

n coupled with her long hair. She looked at the highest bidder and it was an old man with several missing teeth and a scary face. Was he going to be the one to purchase her? She thought in fear as the bid was about to be closed, "500 gold coins!" the auctioneer had just announced

nd she searched the crowd to see who had made the new bid and bought her immediately for such a high sum. Her gaze landed on

outskirts of the town till he came across a busy gathering. He stopped afar leaving his hor

ivating figure. Never had he seen such innocent eyes in his entire life before. They spa

despite it being rough fell over her

have her, No matter the cost. Without further hesitation he called out his bid shocking the crowd with the high sum and was immediately announced sold to him. He watched as she stared at him as the was being released f

e,he felt a sense of triumph and possessi

n said to her coldly and

dicament of her life being bought and sold be

a mix of emotions - fear, uncertainty, and desperation. She had no idea wh

ace remained cold and unreadable. They walked through the crowded market

cased. She wondered if she would ever be able to escape

tefan led Sofia to a beautiful white horse. He mounted the h

e market square, leaving the crowds and chaos behind. Sofia held onto h

o a halt at a stone throw away from a pala

as he took off his c

d and turned to his h

wed not knowing what else to do. She wondered why they both had to come down fr

y. She wondered what position he held in the palace

ike a room that hadn't been used in a while, probably a guest room. The bed was dressed nicely with plain sheets complimenting the wooden bed frame. Towels were also ar

ter the room. She went out and saw a middle aged woma

e housekeeper"th

ofia g

o get you cleaned up" The lad

the guy who purchased her was a prince. The prince o

as she had to keep her true identity as a runaway princess a secret from everyone because at the end of the day whatever

a matter of time by prepa

had left Sofia, the weight of the intentions he

she had worn alongside the embroidered corset which elevated her look. She was well accessorized with high quality pearl necklaces and bracelet

legance of her blue eyes but quickly re

said coldly but ca

was about 20-foot tall with a polished wooden frame. It had intricately carved gold accents with m

h chandeliers and intricate tapestries. This was way bigger than her kingdom's throne room. This was not just a mere kingdom, i

ooked up, their eyes fixed on Sofia. The king, a stout man with a bushy beard, smiled wa

fan said, bowing slightly, a

oman I've chosen to be my wife." St