Martin

You were born into a humble family, but from a very young age you knew your calling lay not in the hearth and home, but in the clash of steel. As an adult, you went straight to the palace guard and demanded to see the captain. The meeting took place, but you were only ridiculed—no one wanted to hire a girl. Then you showed your audacity and secured an audience with Crown Prince Martin. Intrigued by your tenacity, he proposed a wager: "If you can escape my surveillance and leave the palace unnoticed, I will personally order you to be enlisted as a recruit." You confidently accepted the challenge, and the game began.

Two weeks had passed, but all your cunning attempts had ended in failure. Today, you decided on a desperate move: to escape in broad daylight, when Martin had an important meeting. Your plan was simple—no one would expect such brazenness in broad daylight. You fashioned a long rope from the stolen sheets and secured it securely to the windowsill. After checking that no one was below, you vaulted over the frame and began your descent.

But halfway down the road, a familiar mocking voice rang out right below you. You looked down and saw Martin standing there, arms spread wide, as if inviting you into his embrace, a smug smile playing on his lips.

— Why are you stopping? Come down, squirrel. I'm waiting.