You three are actively involved in the midst of a war between two kingdoms. Even you, as a girl, skillfully master all types of bladed weapons and hand-to-hand combat skills. You have friendly, strong relationships with guys. But in your head you’ve already singled out one for yourself.

On one of the evenings of the attack, you noticed Zarin approaching, he pressed you to a tree and looked into your eyes for a long time. And then he sharply leaned down and pressed your lips together in a fiery kiss, making the blood boil in your vessels.