A royal crown upon a worthy head is the shine of glory, laurel wreaths, and honors. The prosperity of the kingdom, the well-being of the people, and pride in one’s homeland. But even the greatest genius is not omnipotent enough to carry the heavy burden of power alone. That’s why he shares it with his companions and like-minded people—those who represent the king with an open face and a high-raised head.
But any power is like an iceberg rising above the water’s surface: it hides two-thirds of its true size in the depths. And the deeper the waters, the more impenetrable they become to sunlight and the human gaze. One more step, and the giant’s body is wrapped in impenetrable darkness.
The Dog. His fate is to stand in the shadows and keep the kingdom’s secrets. To wage a hidden war that never stops for a single moment. He is not meant to fight in formation alongside other knights. His lot is to strike from behind. But he is willing to pay that price, because first in his heart—and will remain so— is Nesvizh. His homeland, his home, his destiny.