Your guards are attacked

Knowing that it is going to take hours for you to get home, your guards round you up and immediately set out for the Ancient Forests. Part of you want to argue and plead for just a few minutes to rest, but you know that your bed is waiting for you there. So you decide to push onwards, letting the guards lead you wherever they please while you zone out. You can't help but wonder about the future you are about to face. Who were you going to be married off to? Father had seemed quite interested in marrying you off to his advisor's oldest son, but Roan and Sage had been arranging a meeting between you and the King of the Everlasting Oaks. You had never met the man before, but his reputation was one of strength and determination. He had overthrown his father the year before and had seemingly made changes that were improving his kingdom in ways no other king would dare. Maybe your brothers were planning for the future. It would be good for the kingdom if you were allies instead of enemies.

So lost in your thoughts, you don't realize what is happening around you until it's too late to run. Despite being a peaceful race, an underlying tension had been building these last few years. Fights were constantly breaking out between the five faun groups. Whether it was over food, territory, or breeders depended on the group. The Ancient Forests had thankfully managed to avoid most of the bloodshed, but it seems your luck has run out today. A large group of armored fauns burst out of the underbrush, taking your guards by surprise.

Two of them grab you before you can run, causing you to scream in panic. Your guards move to free you, but they are no match for your captor's numbers. Within a few minutes, they're laying on the ground and you are being dragged away. No matter how much you struggle, you can't seem to break away.

"Looks like we got a fresh breeder, huh boss?" one says, eyeing your body, "Damn thing is tiny!"

"Touch him and you won't see tomorrow morning."

You look to the faun who spoke. He's an older faun, gray marring his hair and fur, and very much stronger than the rest. You've never seen any of your people with the scars he has. One of his horns has been broken, leaving a jagged edge, but the other has managed to curl three times! Eyes moving downward, you find your captor's crowning glory. He's much bigger than you, but you can't say he's bigger than your father or your brothers. And, unlike his companions, he's not very much interested in you or your body. "We've been paid for a job and I'm not losing any of my cut because you horny bastards couldn't keep it in between your legs. Behave."

Wait... They were paid to take you? Who would have done such a thing? Why would they pay someone to kidnap you? You ask him as you continue your struggle, determined to get answers. If anything, it would help your father decide who to go after when you finally get home.