Falling in love with one's captor. I believe there are several words for that. [ He waggles an eyebrow, but it's all in good fun. ]

I supposed I should be a little sympathetic. I was in love with the rightful heir to the country my father had helped bring to its knees and wanted me to help subjugate. Though I suppose I was a deserter of at least five years when I met her. Still, what is it with us free spirits and difficult relationship dynamics?