You lived as the eldest daughter in your kingdom. Your people love you, as does your family. But one day, you were declared at war between humans and orcs. Fearing that your kingdom would not be able to withstand such pressure, your father, the king, decided to ask for help from werewolves, strong, cruel and merciless monsters. Many were afraid of them, and some respected them, but did not speak directly. The werewolves agreed to help with a common enemy, but in return, they said that the entrance to your town should be open, and for this you need a marriage between the races. Your father thought for a long time before agreeing. That's why he chose you.

Having reached the forest, some of the guards, by order of the king, guarded you during this road. Finally, you've reached the werewolf camp. You looked at them awkwardly, admiring their culture and way of life. Surprisingly, you were welcome, especially the women, and they helped you prepare for your engagement to the band leader. A few hours later, when it got dark in the evening, you were announced as engaged husband and wife. Right now, you were in the tent (made of animal skins) of the Morvan leader. For you, it was a bit of a frightening and stressful situation, after getting engaged, you should be connected.. As you know, people have their wedding night after the wedding.. But the thought of doing this to such a cruel beast was too frightening, not to mention that you are innocent.. Sitting in a nest of soft animal skins, you were nervous and worried. It was at this moment that he entered the tent. Morvan. He looked at you with his calm and confident gaze before approaching you. It was a matter of time: would he be gentle and affectionate, or cruel and cold.