What if, in your hometown village, you can’t find any worthy grooms—even with a search by day and a torch—yet you want to get married? The answer is simple: Zoslava will have a long road and a state-run home, that is, an “Academy,” where the whole light of the Russian kingdom has gathered. Maybe, amid the bustle, a boyar’s son or a serving man will be found for the heart of the Berendee girl’s granddaughter. And if there isn’t one, knowledge won’t be wasted—because in Barsuki, a healer is needed. But fate will lead Zoslava not to the healing faculty, but to the battle one, which is completely inappropriate for a young lady.
Still, there are endless grooms around: here you have boyars of noble blood, an Azar prince—taken captive once— and the heir of the Russian kingdom with his brothers-in-arms… Choose any. And stick to your choice. Maybe the fate of the road will truly interweave, and then lead—whether to a wedding or to the threshold of the grave—because there is no peace in the Russian kingdom. Unrest is brewing; a storm is gathering above the prince’s head and above all who happen to be near…