One princess, two northerners and a southerner mercenary. Each has their own life, their own goals and their own truth, but the borderland brought them together, defining the path through the war-torn country, adding necromancers with the dead for speed and setting the Secret Chancellery on their heels for sure. Yes, and the childhood dream that she met, it turned out, has its own difficult, icy character and does not at all need the romantic feelings of the young princess. So what remains? Dreaming of a custard pie while choking on a northerners' lunch ration, or dreaming of a lace dress while falling knee-deep into a swamp? And also hope that my grandfather’s northern relatives, who must be reached, will accept their southern relative and not drive her away.