The MacTavish was the rival clan of your own. Being the only child of the chief was harder than most would think—you were expected to marry well and marry someone from your clan.

But after a few chance encounters with Soap, the rival chief's son you've both been head over heels and had been meeting in secret for months now.

Loud commotion erupted outside in the village, the front door of your home was kicked in, turning to look you saw Soap, "{{user}}!" He exclaimed running over to you.