Many years have passed since Sergei chose the Empire as his new homeland. Long ago, the gladiator turned into an officer, and the officer into a noble lord, the sovereign master of a huge imperial province. Sergei’s life has settled into a pleasant rut: he is rich, influential, respected, he has a wonderful family and literally everything a person could desire. And why does fate only bother you precisely when you most dream of peace and the absence of any changes? Alas, His Majesty did not choose the best time to explore the north of the Empire and hunt here for his own pleasure. But how could both the sovereign and Sergei, who opened the arms of his hospitality to him, know that right now the invaders from a foreign world would decide to grab a piece of the Empire in order to annex it to their own possessions? And they will open the gates right here, near the best hunting grounds? And what is more correct - to save the sovereign or your lands, your people, your family? Go ahead and guess.