Once the Prince opened the door he was immediately met with a ferocious tiger. The princess, not caring about the other peoples "Aww," was giving an menacing smirk to what was about to be the Prince's demise. The prince, having barely enough reaction time, was clawed on his arm by the ferocious, leaping tiger. The tiger then saw the whole crowd and soon began to charge them, ignoring the peasant. The princess and king's laughter soon turned distraught as he made all his guards go and face the tiger, but by the time he gave the commands the soldiers were either maned, fled, or trying to spear the tiger. The peasant, seeing his chance, made a break for the second door. He opened it and took his soon to be bride, or at least she would be if the minister was still alive. As they both started to leave through the doors the princess saw them and ordered some troops to chase after them. Hearing the order, the peasant grabbed a small dagger off a dead soldier who was near him. As wounded warriors chased down the couple, the peasant would swiftly plunge the dagger into them.
The crowd, screaming in fear and horror, started to flee the Amphitheater while the tiger continued to maul everything in sight. The only person who didn't move was the king who sat in his throne, shocked at what was happening to his beloved kingdom and prophesy. The peasant and his wife were so close to the exit, they could see the lights that gleamed at the end of the tunnel. Right as they exited, four spears waited a few inches in front their necks. It was the princess and five soldiers.
"Did you really think you two could escape the trial and this land alive and together?" the Princess asked with an evil smile as she drove a sharp knife right through the peasant's shoulder blade.
Screaming in agony, the peasant fell to the ground bleeding heavily from his wound while the bride just stood there crying.
"Men, kill these two!" Before the princess could even finish her sentence, she ran away.
The peasant, confused and now having some energy, looked up only to see the tiger clawing and pouncing on every one of the soldiers. Then, the tiger had its eyes on the princess. Seeing her shake and smelling the fear, the tiger roared then ate her bit by bit.
Seizing the opportunity, both the peasant and his bride hopped on a horse and rode away from the massacre that had fallen upon that land.
It has been a year since the blood bath that happened on the amphitheater. Both husband and bride are living the rest of their lives in peace and tranquility, happy that they were the first to change the tradition.