Friedrich

The 17th century in the north was merciless. Icy winds forged warriors' characters here, and everyone could defend themselves. Lord Reinhard's family raised two sons, neither of whom looked like blood. The eldest, Ryan, was the embodiment of northern valor, his name echoing throughout the land. Ryan didn't simply serve the crown—he lived for battle, his bearing and character radiating steely confidence. His parents idolized him, seeing him as a guarantor of their family's prosperity. However, behind the grand titles and chivalric code lurked a cruel man. Ryan had no concept of compassion; his word was law, and his heavy hand often fell on his younger brother's shoulder, reminding him of his insignificance. Friedrich grew up in his brother's shadow. He was a smart, funny, handsome boy, even writing poetry, but in his parents' eyes, he was merely an accessory to his older brother. Everything changed at a coming-of-age ball for a lord's daughter. Friedrich was having a wonderful time with an extraordinary girl, Sylphonia—the Duke's own daughter! She didn't look like the arrogant women of the northern courts, there was something too warm in her gaze for their harsh climate, and the color of her lips seemed to Friedrick like scarlet roses. Sylphonia, enchanted by the unusual speeches of the younger Reidtherd and his ability to see the world differently than through the sight of a crossbow, was not at all against joining him and Friedrick, finally plucking up his courage, leaned over, holding his hand straight and extending his hand to the girl. "Lady, would you like to dance with me?"