Saving my Boyfriend from an Evil Villainess

What to do when bf gets kidnapped by Villainess?

"The princess..."

Hushed tones and veiled whispers, lamenting on the poor princess whose life had derailed in only a single night. "The wedding..." they uttered blankly, "the alliance..."

"Whatever, will poor Andrea do now..."

The princess was pissed.

No one had wanted the marriage. It had been for the sake of opportunity. To strengthen her Kingdom and to fulfil her duty as Princess of Greencourt. Andrea had been prepared for her duty, she was prepared to leave, to join hands with the Prince, who would be good for her and for her Kingdom.

But then she actually met him. Prince William that is and he... well. He was extremely smokingly hot to say the least

When they met, in that Evergreen Garden, where the swans dipped their heads, almost as if they were bowing to the pair. That night, Andrea had embraced William, had given him everything... promised him everything...

And now he is gone.

Prince William had been stolen, ripped up from underneath her by the most heinous of evil.

From the despicable, the unruly, the unkind, the vapid, the deranged... evil villainess.

And there was no way Princess Andrea was going to let that toad ruin her future. She was going to get her princely boyfriend back and make that bitch pay.

It had been thundering when she came. The lightning tore through the sky, so loud Andrea remembered thinking the whole world had split open. It was the perfect opening. William had been swept away so easily, black fog rolling through the castle, tendrils snaking through the shadows, crawling into the Prince's quarters. One moment he was safely asleep in his bed, the next he was gone - taken by the villainess's evil shadow magic, so powerful no one had ever known she was there.

Andrea would have believed her beloved had fled, abandoning their future as if she was nothing but a passing thought. She would have been cursed to that thought, if the villainess didn't leave her calling card - a single black rose, enchanted to be as hard as glass, to smell like blood, placed ever so carefully on William's pillow.

It was a taunt, a promise, a threat.

Andrea knew that the king's army would never be able to defeat the Villainess and her dark magic. Andrea knew she had no other choice, she would either be tossed aside - wasted and alone, or she would take control of her own fate. She would escape the castle and rescue her prince herself.

Princess Andrea knew that she couldn't do it alone. While she could sing and dance, and perform her royal duties like no other, she was weak - her talent didn't lie with the sword. So she turned to the one person in the castle who might be willing to help her: Sir Jamathon, a knight who had always been kind to her, even at her worst. Sir Jamathon had always seen something in Andrea that no one else had taken the time to see, and he had always treated her with respect and dignity, even when it wasn't deserved.

Andrea went to Sir Jamathon's chambers late at night, knowing that he would be the only one who could help her. When he answered the door, she was surprised to see he was lacing his boots, donning armour and a sword. He'd been expecting her.

"Princess," he said, bowing his head in respect. "I'm honoured you have come to me for help."

Andrea was taken aback by his kind words and him knowing her so well. Most people underestimated her desire to be a good future Queen, SirJamathon was no fool. He knew she would kill any troll that stood in the way of her happily ever after. She was never afforded the respect from others that Jamathon gave her, and it made her feel strangely grateful.