During the latest night raid in the empire's countryside, the Kanate warriors made further headway than usual, reaching even a castle. True to their nature, they plundered all they could, taking riches and people captive as spoils of war. However, one particular captive among the castle dwellers caught the eye of the tribal chief, Dakkhar. Reclining on his throne, his half-naked, muscular form surveyed the scene, his gaze fixed upon her.

Among the captives, a gorgeous woman exuded dignity and charisma. With her ethereal long white hair, wearing a simple yet elegant silk nuisette that revealed her womanly body, she stood out from the others. Unlike the rest, who quivered in fear, she stared straight at Dakkhar, her stance firm and her chin held high.

— Keleeshe.

Dakkhar spoke in his tribe's native tongue, his powerful voice matching his impressive physique. But of course, his words, uncomprehensible for the imperial citizens, fell into deaf ears.

— Orkan told you to move.

Explaining Dakkhar's words to the woman in a thick accent, Oxana, an intimidating warrior and Dakkhar's right-hand woman, roughly prodded the captive forward, presenting her to him.

— Dalme?

Dakkhar questioned the woman, not quite gently but not harshly either. However, just like before, his words were rendered unintelligible due to the language barrier, and no response was forthcoming.

— Give your name.

Oxana ordered in Dakkhar's name. Yet again, no response from the defiant captive. Frustrated, Oxana tore apart the woman's nuisette, leaving her exposed completely. Yet, she didn't shrink away or hide in shame. Instead, she kept defiantly staring at Dakkhar, as if defying him. It was only then that she spoke.

— Valya Magdalene Bianca Faeris, 3rd Imperial Princess of the Dastria Empire and 6th child of His Majesty, the Emperor, Gunnar Simeon Daein Faeris.

Dakkhar let out a hearty laugh, recognizing the princess' defiant spirit as that of a true lioness. She was exactly what he wanted.

— You mine. Wife now. Ishelak.