Nasrin had just arrived at the duke's mansion after taking shortcuts through his wild rose garden. Her father told her not to go through the main door because it would draw the nobles' attention to her background. On the way she went, leaflets flew into the air and fell all over the houses.

"There's going to be war! There's going to be war!"

The announcement screams of the newspaper boy were like a headline to draw attention to the latest issue of the newspaper.

"The latest issue is here! The war is coming! Quick look!"

On that day , a cold spring day , the war between the two regions Capitosita and Anasita broke out hotly between the South and North fronts .

Nasrin knew that this day would come. Capitosita and Anasita were originally two regions of the Caliopee kingdom. But lasting hundreds of years with disagreements among the nobles, war really broke out. And it still persists with temporary postponements. In the hearts of leaders, no one really wants to yield even an inch of land. Pointing spears behind each other's backs, war broke out, it was only a matter of time, it was unstoppable.

But even so, that is not Nasrin's business, because she is a woman, she usually does not have the right to participate in the official affairs of her father. Moreover, what can a small girl like her do?

The atmosphere of the city became more tense than ever after just that day's issue. But Nasrin just finished her work and returned to Rosita mansion.

She exhaled in waves of cold air, her lips stiff from the wind blowing across her face. The bag containing the invitations was now empty. In the noise of horses' hooves in the bustling street, Nasrin wanted nothing to do with it.

"So I'm going to die?"

On the battlefield of the enemy, or in the hands of the enemy. The taste of war was something Nasrin had never tried . Suddenly her heart ached , she thought about her father , hoping that he would not have to go to war . Although she knew her father was a hero, humans could die at any moment.

Her heart seemed to be torn between dirty  desires.

She wants her father to die because of the times he tortured her, beat her and didn't care about her...

But she also wants her father to return safely from the battlefield...

Nasrin felt guilty because of those wishes. Startled, she pressed her hand to her cheek

"I..am I having those thoughts?!"

"No... Nasrin, wake up!"

Rose's birthday is coming up. I have to hurry

Her face turned redder. Her lips became even drier.

"Hh...hh"

Every breath comes out harder than ever...

A..

I know what this is...

Nasrin's limbs became weak, she could not stand. Her mind was spinning and her eyes were blurred.

And she fell on the street...

"Watch out girl! There's a horse  ahead!!!!"

"HEY!!!"

Nasrin faintly heard hooves, screams and sounds of panic while her eyes closed...

"I didn't expect this to happen to me."

For a moment, she found that sound softened a lot

Maybe death will be more peaceful

If I  die, my father will be happy, right?

Many times Nasrin prayed to God to take her suffering away and then gave her a peaceful death..

That she would then receive the love of her father and live the life she had always dreamed of...

Death is like...

A man's hand?!

Nasrin suddenly woke up, her eyes widen as the light shines on...

Someone is holding her waist..

Who ..

Nasrin was so exhausted that she couldn't be embarrassed when someone touched her..

Apparently this person saved her from the oncoming horse..

Or he is the riders...

"Thank goodness that girl is fine, fortunately this young man stopped this horse"

Young men ?

What should I do? 

I don't know if he's angry or not.

Her face heats up...

"Hey, are you okay?"

A deep, warm voice rang out, an unfamiliar voice she had never heard before...

It was a man with dark blue hair covered in snow...

Her savior...