Ezra couldn't stand it. She obeyed her parents. She was a proper princess- at least most of the time- and still they don't let her make her own decisions. She could find a husband if she wanted. Sure she turned down the first two suitors, but still. She didn't even bother changing into her riding clothes. She just shook down her intricate hairdo as she walked down the halls in her special dress she was required to wear to meet her fiance. 

By the time she started climbing on her horse, she was getting suspicious. Why didn't her parents send someone after her? And if the prince was such a noble man, why wasn't he running after her? She had ridden to the edge of the forest when she decided to look back, expecting to see some guards riding after her. But instead she saw a faint green glow surrounding the castle. She immediately turned her horse around and rode back. The back doors were open with 4 dead guards right outside and inside the green barrier. Her parents and fiance stood on the other side, keeping their distance. 

Without dismounting, she hollered, "What happened?" 

Her mother opened her mouth to speak but quickly shut it and everyone's eyes focused on something behind her. She turned around to see a strange woman. Her hair was pale blonde, her cheekbones prominant, full lips, dark eyes. She was beautiful. But it wasn't a graceful beauty, it was a sharp, frightening beauty. 

"I cast a curse on the castle. No one can get in. No one can get out. Except for me. You see what happens if you try," she said with a smirk. "This castle belongs to me now." With that she was gone in the blink of an eye. 

Without saying a word, she left straight into the forest. She didn't have time to think. She had to get to someone who cold help. No normal person or warrior was going to be able to help. She needed a sorceror. A powerful one. 

This is how she ended up in front of a hovel. And that was being kind. Did an all powerful sorceror really live here? She figured a man of his stature would be living a little more extravagently. She went up to the door, her dress torn and dirty, her hair wild and messy, and carefully knocked on the door. People in the town nearby warned her of him. They said he was mischeivous. She figured maybe he was tricky and maybe charged a lot or something. She stepped back after knocking and waited for the sorceror to answer the door.