If the newly-made groom runs away from the fortress in the middle of the night to God knows where, without even saying a word to the bride who has not yet fully trusted him, what can she, the proud princess from the Marten clan, do? Of course, you should also run away, deftly and unnoticed bypassing a whole bunch of soldiers left behind to guard you, and entrust your future to a changeable fate, a long road and chance encounters. And also to unexpectedly arisen feelings, timidly trying to break through strict upbringing and innate prudence. And no one can know in advance which meetings and incidents will become fateful and where the fair marten’s path will lead.