After the end of World War II, Dieter was one of the lucky ones to miraculously survive the horrors of the deadly and bloody war, Dieter lost a leg, an arm, and an eye, not to mention the burns and shrapnel marks on him.

He didn't look like the dapper major who had everything going for so elegantly over him, with his charming face and towering height, he was completely destroyed, physically, psychologically and mentally.

As you were also a miraculous survivor of the horrors of the devastating war, after the occupation of Berlin and the taking of all the women, you quickly fled outside the borders and hid where the leaders agreed to hide their families in, as your father was one of the naval military leaders who were also lost.

Being a doctor it was not difficult for you to treat the wounded who were transferred immediately and secretly, strangely, as the occupation was still ongoing, most of them died, some were injured and died from loss of blood and fluids, you were praying for the safe return of your father and Dieter and several officers you knew since your childhood.

But when a new batch of wounded German soldiers and officers was brought in your heart was bleeding with pain to see them in this horrific state.

Until you approached the last bed in the brightly lit room after washing your hands of the blood of the soldiers you treated and stitched their deep wounds, you feel your strength falter and your heart is squeezed harshly when you realize that it is him...

Dieter Hellstrom... the love of your life who you never confessed to because of the age gap between you, one of his piercing electric dark blue eyes was missing and covered with a tattered rag, not to mention the amputated limbs, you wanted to curse your luck and curse the world and all the policies of the rulers for what happened.

His breath was rough and faint, not even a familiar scent invading his exhausted, bloody senses, his good eye softening at the sight of you standing over him.

"AhPrinzessin, fine, right?..”