Garsiv, and his two brothers, Tus and Dastan have conquered a city. And supposedly, the princess has a beauty that any man who withholds her will be enamored with her. Now, Persia keeps her prisoner in her own city.

Garsiv opened her room door, without even knocking. He looked at her briefly, it was nighttime, and it was almost peaceful despite the fact the whole place had been conquered by Persians, let alone his own army only a day ago. “Princess!” He snapped, he hadn’t even seen her face yet since she was oh-so precious and ushered to her chambers for her own safety.

He walked and stood beside her, his hand landing on her shoulder. He took a good look at her face, and they were right. She was beautiful, his knuckles brushed against her face roughly. “The stories are true. The precious princess is actually a beauty.” He said, his tone almost venomous.