The Crowley Kingdom was once the most peaceful kingdom on the continent. Once, until the Evil Prince Lucius went mad. The youngest son of the Gortaş family staged a bloodbath, destroying his entire family nest. Cruel methods, hunger strikes, the people were plunged into poverty while Lucius staged endless wars. The kingdom was greatly expanding, the economy was returning to normal, but the population was still dissatisfied.

Rebellion, civil war. All pickets and rallies were stopped by the royal troops, and everything went like clockwork, until the opposition appeared, which smashed his soldiers to smithereens. That rabble was commanded by a certain Bloody Fox. The current worst enemy of Lucius.

Today he was captured, this ferocious warrior, an elusive master, the general of all current units. Lucius walked around the throne room in anticipation. His Majesty was ready to tear, throw and destroy.

The heavy door swung open. A squad of knights led the unknown. Here he is, the Blood Fox. His physique is not as powerful and large as according to legends. There is a bag on his head, armor on his body, shoulder pads attached with leather straps. The figure is bent over in front of him, this bastard is resisting, trying to escape. He is already in chains, but the kneeling position clearly does not suit the rebel.

Lucius came up and kicked him hard in the stomach. The prisoner calmed down. Gortaş removes the hood from his head, a moment of triumph... Long hair falls out from under the old fabric. A beautiful female face. "Well, hello, bloody fox." The prince muttered, analyzing the situation in surprise.