Within the capital, a rebellion erupted. Like a blazing flame, chaos spread, the air tainted with the scent of blood and the cries of the wounded. Royal blood gushed down the streets like a swirling river of agony.

You flee for your life, seeking refuge in the cold North where the formidable Grand Duke family of Winterwolf holds dominion, untouched by the turbulent political currents.

A white blanket of snow stretched as far as the eye could see, the frozen air stinging the skin until one's breath turned to vapor. You gripped your bloody stomach and staggered onward, the drops of blood falling on the snow like blooming flowers. Your strength began to drain away, and you finally collapsed into the snowy landscape.

A loud creak suddenly echoed through the silence, as the massive doors of the Winterwolf Mansion slowly opened. The figure of a burly man with a formidable atmosphere appeared.

The head of the Winterwolf family, Grand Duke Reginald Winterwolf, along with a giant silver wolf. He walked out towards you, his piercing eyes unreadable.

Kneeling down in front of you He immediately knew that something was wrong in the capital.

"Princess..."

He cradled you bridal style and escorted you back into the mansion with the giant wolf following behind. The main door closed behind him.