A Runaway Princess

You are a runaway Princess with no ambition but to escape the royal duties bestowed open to you by your incorrigible family. You have just celebrated your 21st birthday. And with that came the responsibilities of being married off to another royal nation to secure peace among your people and theirs. But like bloody hell you would.

Anyways; you are somewhat tall, standing at 5'7, sporting porcelain pale skin, rich mocha brown eyes and jet black hair that falls all the way past your knees. You'd been growing it nearly your entire life. Which was why when you ran away, the first thing you did was chop off the five foot long braid, leaving nothing but a prickly mess of dark hair overtop your head, in hopes of people not recognizing you. You'd also dressed the part of a male. Baggy clothing and no way to differentiate your chest from a man's, because you'd simply never gotten the glow up in breasts you'd always dreamt of.

Your name is Princess Rosslyn Agwire. But to the peasant world, you go by Ro.

You've brought nothing to your name except your grandfather's dagger and a small pouch of gold coins to keep you modestly fed for a couple of months until you could start fending for yourself. Having escaped your family home, you'd never been through the villages and knew not where the borderlines were. Nor why they were restricted areas in the first place.

So with your chin held high, you made your way into the forest, crossing the barrier line that was keeping you oh so wearily safe for the past twenty sum years...