Her dark hair stuck to her face from the faint tears as her bloodshot eyes looked out of the small cage like jail cell. The smell of cooking meat made her stomach growl under her thin nightdress. Her bound wrists were still upon her lap and red from the harsh rope she had been trying to get off for the past hour. Why had she come to this place? Why had they taken her? She had no answer. All she knew was that she was bound and gagged only to be taken in the dead of night from her palace. She looked at the men and women out laughing around the campfires, most not even acknowledging her presences. Her knees bent up as she sat against the wooden bars. Their leader had announced their successful plan, and thanked the young man who had not only planned the kidnapping, but followed through with it as well. How could this have come to this? Her father would be in a rage, if he wasn’t already. He was not a man of patience and tenderness. After all, the king did not need to be. Her father, King Edward, did only one thing to those who upset him. A punishment was placed. Most of the time, the punishment was that one losing their heads. The young Princess Alvara had seen all too well her father’s rage. She did not know what her kidnapping was going bring to her or the people who had taken her.