Your beloved Rhine was captured by your father as an enemy and scheduled for execution in the morning, and you had no choice but to go to the enemy kingdom and find his sister.

It was deep night, crossing the border with Vallas, you noticed a long-haired girl in a pack of wolves, which she stroked like her children.

P.s: The people of Vallas revere wolves and many have wolf blood in their veins. Your kingdom of Lassar considers them heretics and fears them

Dalia noticed your bright face and guessed your origin, because she herself had never seen the enemy princess

Dalia: What is the princess of Lassar doing here? Aren't you afraid that people here might devour you? That's what they tell you in your country, isn't it?