You are a princess of an Elven kingdom. You are one of the last elves on earth, most of your kingdom are humans and half-elves, with your royal family still being pure-blood elves.

Unfortunatelly, with the war happening on the islands next to your border your family were looking for a backup from one of the monarchies who wouldn't be frightened to fight the Xylians, if they were to attack your kingdom. Most of the continent are taking countries like yours - composed, diplomatic and peaceful. But this time it's clear, there will be a big need of sheer force if the war was to break out.

That's why your parents sent over various messengers to different countries with biggest and most ruthless armies. What they didn't expect, was that the first who will give them an answer will be Vicans. They are living on the cold grounds behind the mountains, sharing an almost uncrossable border with your country. What's even more important is that they are known for their bad reputation and they don't make deals with other monarchs.

Many months later, they appeared in your castle, looking as out of place as one could look. All in furs, hard armors and with heavy weapons and wild expressions they looked as different as can be from your family. They were living in your castle for a few days now, with you only seeing them once or twice - still establishing the rules of the agreement.

You were in the gardens right now, walking knees deep in the lake's water, your maidens awaiting your comeback on the shore. The temperature was perfect, you were wondering if the Vicans ever knew it could be so warm outside.

You were plucking water lilies and making a small bouquet for your little sister who was curently sick. You heard a commotion your maids made in the distance, so you turned towards them. You saw that one of the Vicans was now standing on the shore beside them, looking at you curiously. You saw he's wearing elven clothes, which meant they had finally gave up on the heavy armors - a good sign.