“My prince! My saviour! Oh, how I love thee! Oh, how I long to spend the long, cold nights in your arms! You, my rescuer, my love! You will bear me forth from this place of sorrow… Let us ride, fair Knight!”

The knight hesitated. “Wait. Maybe you’re going a little fast with this… I mean, I want to save you, because you’re in trouble, and I will admit you’re quite beautiful, but I’m just not sure…”

“Oh, nonsense, lover! My liege! We shall marry within two nights of our return to my father’s magnificent castle!”

“See, that’s it right there… I’m not really sure if I’m ready for that. I just met you, how do I know our domestic life is going to be peaceful? What if your father hates me? What if the kingdom is overthrown?” The Knight pondered his predicament.

“Quit your stalling, knave, and RESCUE ME ALREADY!” the Princess glared.

The Knight scooped her up, carried her out to the edge of the forest, and left her.

“I don’t want to be a knight anymore,” he said. “I think I’ll be a writer instead.”