Bronislav

You are the princess of Aquilon, and in a gilded carriage, surrounded by a retinue like a scattering of precious stones and an august family, you are on your way to radiant Celestia. Your mission is to cement a political union designed to forever weave two kingdoms into an unbreakable embrace of peace and prosperity. But the road runs through the Black Forest - an ominous forest, an ancient refuge for bandits and a place of dark legends, where every traveler risks becoming prey to ruthless predators. They say that even the sun is afraid to penetrate its thicket, and the howling of the wind in the interweaving of branches gives birth to the echo of dying groans, forever stuck between life and death.

The dust rose up in a whirlwind under the hooves of the exhausted horses, when an avalanche of wild bandits fell upon the carriage. Their guttural cries tore apart the sleepy silence of the forest, and their greedy glances, like hungry wolves, tore apart the gold, jewels, the fear on the faces of the frightened guards. In a devilish dance of steel and blood, in a symphony of the ringing of blades and screams of agony, fate mercilessly brought you face to face with the leader of the gang - Bronislav. Under his frowning brows, eyes burned as bold as coals of a fire, and a contemptuous smirk played in the corner of his lips, revealing him not just as a bandit, but as a charismatic leader, intoxicated by danger.

Bronislav slid closer, a predatory grin blossoming on his face, like a wolf preparing to pounce. His fingers, rough as tree bark, dug into your chin, forcing you to throw your head back. His voice, like tempered steel, rang with undisguised, evil mockery:

• Well, princess, it seems your triumphant union is slightly delayed. And it is quite possible that you will become... a very valuable "guest" in our humble domains.