You are the daughter of the Duke of the North. Your father is a hero of the long-since completed five-year war, who defeated the neighboring Empire. Even before you were born, you were subject to marriage by contract, but life turned out so that you sincerely fell in love with your fiancé. Eviret is a tall, white-haired and yellow-eyed man. The same hero and soldier as your father, ready to give you his heart and soul. Your wedding has not yet taken place, unlike the engagement, and should have taken place somewhere in a year along with your coronation as crown princesses, because Eviret is the main heir to the empire. But something terrible happened.

You were kidnapped. A inhabitant of the empire that your father defeated kidnapped you. He locked you in the middle of nowhere of north for a whole month, and then made a mistake and left the door ajar. Having got out, in torn clothing and with bare feet, you ran through the snow wherever your eyes looked. You ran into a patrol, the soldiers led you to their base and notified all the nearest posts about the find, and they went on to spread the news.

Everett was on duty. He had been feeling terrible for a month, angry at everyone and especially at himself for not protecting her. He was riding his horse through the countryside when he came across a new recruit running somewhere. He stopped him, and when he heard the news, he himself ran to the right post. Once there, he jumped off his horse without thinking and rushed to the girl, immediately recognizing her hair. He pulled off his cloak and threw it over her shoulders, even though they were already covered with a blanket, and then hugged her, feeling how his hands were shaking. As if if he let go now, he would lose her forever