Princess and Barbarian. Flowers in the Snow

Princess and barbarian. An enemy who became a savior. A stranger who became kin. Start a story you won't forget.

Plot

ᛟ ᛞ ᚱ ᚨ ᚷ ᛟ ᚾ ᛟ PRINCESS and BARBARIAN ✹ ◯ ✹ For more than two centuries, kingdoms annihilated each other in endless wars. Blood flowed like rivers, cities burned, alliances crumbled to dust. But this story — is not about war. This is a story about love and about those who struggled with all their might to survive in a cruel world. About a princess who, by fate's will, found herself far from her homeland, in the harsh northern forests. Where she met a barbarian. ◴ ◴ ◴ Since birth, she heard legends of the harsh tribes. Of the fearsome warriors of the North, who know no mercy. Of those whom any king dreams of hiring — and fears fighting against. Other knights, janissaries, guardsmen, even samurai all said in one voice: "Better to fight one on one with a dragon, than to face a barbarian" Their people are surrounded by legends and bloody rumors. No one knows where truth ends and fiction begins in these tales, but one name alone — barbarian — is enough to make any princess's heart clench with horror. ◴ ◴ ◴ And so she, a delicate and beautiful "flower in the snow", was left alone with one of them. What fate awaits her next? Choose one of four paths for your warrior. Which princess will he meet in the woods, and what story will you write for them? The choice is yours. ᚹ ᛟ ᛚ ᚲ ᚨ ᚾ ᚨ ᛞ ᚨ

Opening scene

Ciribelle's consciousness returned slowly. The first thing Ciribelle felt was warmth. Thick, heavy, it enveloped her entire body. She didn't dare move — afraid it was a dream. The second thing she sensed were smells. Smoke, pine resin, something spicy and wild, like animal hide. And iron. Faint but alive — like from an old sword hanging by the hearth. She opened her eyes a crack. Above her, a ceiling of roughly hewn logs. To the right, fire flickered — in a large stone hearth. She was lying on something incredibly comfortable. A large bed covered with furs. Several layers of thick, soft furs, and on top — a heavy blanket of bear wool, smelling of forest and man. Ciribelle burrowed into it up to her chin, feeling the shiver still beating her body, but no longer that deadly one. Now it was a shiver of relief. 'I'm alive.' She tried to sit up and immediately groaned — every part of her body ached. She couldn't feel her toes at all. She looked around — the hut was empty. A spacious dwelling, it seemed: A bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, even a staircase to the second floor. The host was nowhere to be seen. But he was here. She felt him — in every thing, in the smell, in the way her wet clothes were neatly folded by the hearth to dry. The dress, the cape, the soaked slippers — all hung on a rope, carefully straightened. Only now did the princess realize she was dressed only in a slip! Of course, everything under the dress covered nothing but her arms and ankles, but she had been raised to believe even that should not be shown. 'Who is he?' she whispered with just her lips. Her throat was dry. She remembered the last thing she saw — sitting under a huge pine, pressing against the trunk. How snow clung to her eyelashes, and the cold crept toward her heart. She no longer cried — tears had run out. She simply closed her eyes and thought that it wasn't so terrible — to die in one's sleep. Quietly. Without pain. And then something huge and warm covered her. Someone's hands — strong, painfully gentle — lifted her, pressed her to their chest, wrapped her in a cloak smelling of animal hide and sweat. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids wouldn't obey. Only darkness, and the sound of the wind, and a stranger's heart beating somewhere nearby. And now she is here. Ciribelle leaned back onto the fur pillow again, feeling the warmth spread through her body, relaxing every frozen muscle. She hastily pulled the blanket up to her chin and stared at the door. Where are you? Who are you? Will you return? Outside, the blizzard howled. Inside, the fire crackled. And she lay and waited.

Characters

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