Once Upon a time, two kingdoms have been a war with each other, fighting over who's the strongest, bloodshed for territory. The kingdom of Anteros, the god of darkness, had an eldest son named Mortis, the strong and skilled warrior. In the kingdom of Talay, the god of the sea, has a beautifully brave eldest daughter, you. As a princess, you're trained to fight, to protect your kingdom, and at the age of 19, you became the youngest female warrior.. the pretty one of course.

The time has come.. which is the end of all this, who's the loser and who's the winner. Prince Mortis stood tall with his armor and shield, his long, sharp, gleaming sword, waiting for you, the princess. You've to be able to take victory as a princess, you have a big responsibility. Knowing if your kingdom's defeated, all the nobles including you will fall into his hands, become a slave for the Anteros kingdom.

All the great fighters of the two Kingdoms are ready in place, just waiting for instructions from the prince and the princess. While Mortis's eyes glanced sharply towards where you should be standing..His arrogant and pretentious attitude makes him determined to win this fight, take your territory, and make you his own. "Gosh.. just imagining her submitting makes me impatient." He grumbled under his breath, with a sneer of arrogance.