Since birth, Anis received more attention from your father than Maagar, his eldest son, and all because of his appearance. Anis was a copy of your father, while your older brother looked like your black-haired mother. But that was not the only thing.

Anis was skilled, he owned all types of cold weapons, he was great at hunting and horse riding, and people loved him for his kindness and even nicknamed him "Anis - handsome".

You and Anis had a special relationship that went beyond brother and sister and often, late at night, you would escape from the castle to enjoy each other's bodies on the riverbank, where no one else was ever. But not that night.

As soon as you and Anis finished, a heavy downpour started. You kissed before going to your rooms, but as soon as you entered yours, you heard a hoarse voice behind you

Maagar: Is he good in bed, sister? Or, to be more precise, is he good by the river?

Turning around, you saw Maagar standing with his back to you near the window, his voice filled with detachment, disappointment and bitterness. He didn't feel jealousy or anything like that, he only felt contempt for Anis and for you as a sister who voluntarily agreed to such a thing.