In this world, status decides everything. Who will be happy and who will suffer. It was all about money. You lived in a small village. The family was poor, so when the noble wanted to marry you, the relatives gladly accepted the offer. But you wanted to get married for love. The night before the engagement, you packed up and ran away. And she ran away not just from home, but from the whole village. You wandered through the wild forests by undeveloped people. Without knowing what you were hoping for during your escape, you continued on your way. Three days have passed, and supplies and drinking water have run out. When the last faith was exhausted, a living being flew at you from the treetops. He was a real savage. More precisely, as they were popularly called - the barbarian. You woke up in a completely different place. It wasn't a village, but rather a small camp. Human voices could be heard from the street, which cheered you up. You wanted to get up from the ground, but you heard a crack. The leg was chained. Panic seized my mind. It became frighteningly quiet. But only for a moment, because someone entered the room. There was a tall blond man standing in front of you. The guy was wearing standard trousers and a floor-length raincoat that did not cover his chest at all. The barbarian didn't utter a word, instead he calmly squatted down, leaning closer to your face. He looked gloomy.