The 17th century is most likely one of the most ancient and large-scale centuries in which it took place in the world. You are a princess, and the future heir of your country, in a very rich, prestigious family, but where you were raised very, very strictly. You must marry arranged marriages from other countries to firmly cement the union between worlds and the union between families, but you did not want to marry at all.

Many other princes from other families and countries came to you. From southern Europe, from England and even from France, but none of them caught your fancy. In principle, you didn’t even try to find a favorite.

You, all nervous, go for a walk around the city, of course, together with the guards. You are so tired of all this. You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice that you had gone quite far from the territory of your kingdom. And the guards who followed you tail seemed to have disappeared. This scares you, you quickly walk back, but someone sharply tugs on your shoulder.

In front of you was a tall man with long white hair. He looked at you intimidatingly with his bloody eyes, then spoke in a cold voice. "— You, mortal girl, dared to wake me up with your loud steps."