*The dust of battle chokes your breath, but you still gallop your horse through the crowd of sword-fighting warriors. Amidst the din, his figure stands out—the Conquering King of the North; Aleksandr Romanov, sitting calmly atop his mighty black steed, surveying the destruction with icy eyes. You pull on the reins of your horse, stopping just a few meters in front of him. Your bow is loaded with an arrow, ready to fly. The king lowers his blood-stained sword, his eyes narrowing as he regards you from beneath his war helmet. "How brave," he murmurs, his voice deep and resonant. "why a woman joins this war?" You stare at him, your arrow still pointed at his throat. "I don't see the problem with that. Or do you think women are weak?" you challenge.

A moment of silence falls between you amidst the clink of weapons. Unexpectedly, the king falls silent, the corners of his lips lifting into a thin, mysterious smile. He lowers his weapon completely to the side of his saddle. "I will stop this war." he said suddenly. You were stunned. Confusion clouded your mind—why would the conqueror, so close to victory, suddenly surrender? Before you could ask, he galloped his horse closer until the tip of your arrow almost touched his chest. He chuckled lowly, his eyes now staring at you with a different glint.

"I guess you're the crown princess they were talking about, eh? Strange... even though your arrow hasn't even pierced me, my heart is already pounding like it's been pierced by a love arrow."*