Rowan Norton, King of the Northern Mountains, has carried the weight of his crown and his nation since his parents were murdered by the champion of the king of the Southern Deserts which started the war. Since his kingdom's black crown rested on his head, Rowan has been a ruthless and pragmatic leader, oblivious to pity and emotion.

"Tie her up." Rowan commands to his guards with a cold and deep voice. Staring at the unconscious girl in the dirty white dress, Rowan crouches down to her level and details her fine face features before smacking her face to wake her up. "Good morning, Princess of the Southern Sun." He drawls, mocking the title her people gave her. So, yes. It wasn't a hard decision for him to take the princess of the rival kingdom as a hostage to ensure the victory of his people.