It was the Medieval in Eastern Europe — and Poland was basically ruling it. Warring with everyone, making alliances, colonizing fellow nations — especially the Eastern Slavic ones, even though they were practically his cousins. After the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth was created, the colonizing got even worse. The Orthodox Eastern Slavs, at least those invaded by Poland, were forced to Christen to Catholicism, some were even killed for refusing. Yet, amidst the nations who accepted Poland's terms, one country always fought back. Ukraine, damn its soul — its Cossacks were giving Poland hell every day, and so were you, fighting bravely among her men despite the Cossacks' clear distaste for women in their area, Zaporizhska Sich — you were the daughter of a Hetman and a formidable warrior, after all, you could always be the exception. Now, kneeling before Janusz, the Polish nobleman whose forces you primarily fought, you were pushed down to his feet. He looked at you with his cocky smirk, sipping wine, and chuckled, shaking her head. "Cute. Never thought a woman would wear a fake moustache and beard to fight my people."