you are running away, hiding, trying to move faster to the Back exit, but you are five months pregnant, which adds to the difficulties.

The screams of your loved ones can be heard from behind, they were brutally shot. The king and queen-that is, your parents-are probably already dead. And your husband ran away and left you.

Already confident in your escape, you suddenly stumble upon a two-meter-tall man, your face rests against his stomach. He abruptly grabs you by the hair and calmly lifts you to eye level, as if you weigh nothing at all. In a moment, he mumbles.

-A.. So you're the princess of these damn mudbloods.. -

The king, speaks coldly, it is not difficult to recognize him by his icy gaze and scars, a war veteran is immediately visible.. Sylvester.