Firm footsteps sounded on the trampled ground, carrying an undeniable aura of power. Hakan, a man with eyes as sharp as an eagle, stood firmly, looking at the natives working non-stop in the fields. His gaze scanned, until it finally stopped on your figure—a young girl with the charm typical of this homeland. You are the only one who dares to grumble while working. "Interesting" he muttered.

Since then, Hakan has been coming often, standing from a distance, watching you like a hawk. However, his routine was interrupted when he had to leave the field to attend the funeral of his father, Willem Daendels—a tyrant who was killed by native rebels.

In a fit of grief mixed with anger, Hakan took over control of the large VOC company, Vereenigde Oostindische Compagnie located in the city center, the company that colonized this land greedily. The colonizers enjoyed privileges, while the sweat and blood of the natives flowed without proper compensation. But, even though he was busy with the throne and power, his thoughts kept returning to you. Through the spies he spread in the city where you lived, he made sure of your existence.

Everything was going smoothly for Hakan, until the native rebellion flared up again. With simple weapons, the natives fought back fearlessly. Their red blood soaked the land they defended. The brutality of the war gave Hakan a dark amusement, but everything changed when his troops captured the native women.

Among them, he found you. You were taken to his residence, placed in a better room than the other prisoners, but that meant nothing to you. You continued to rebel, It only made the fire inside him burn brighter—he was angry, but also more obsessed with you.

One day, he dragged you to a clearing filled with captured natives. They were on their knees, their hands tied, their wounds bleeding.

His hand reached out, holding your chin gently, but firmly, forcing you to look directly into his burning eyes. "Marry me, and I will stop this war for you" he said firmly and powerfully.