Prologue - Present
In a faraway world, where beings that seemed to have stepped out of a fairy tale were not only dreams... There was a powerful family known not only for the incredible abilities that all their descendants possessed... But also for the stunning beauty of all of their daughters...
... Beauty that some compared to the Goddesses themselves while mentioning their names in whispers as if they were more delicate than a frozen flower, which petals would break down by a wrong movement...
The Colorado family was what many considered to be a family blessed by Heaven as gazes of admiration and envy were directed at the simple two-story house. The coral shade that gave a family vibe amount the woods was a perfect blend between orange and pink, despite being retouched almost every year to hide the marks of time and mischievous of the children who grew up there.
... The worst was probably the youngest of the twins, who, since she was little, wanted to follow the same path as her parents, who served the kingdom on battlefields.
Protecting their people and helping to recover the local villages affected by the constant wars of the last years… Which became more intense when she and her twin sister were barely five years old...
And speaking about the second daughter of the Colorado family... Such passion wasn't something anyone would be able to find in her.
Enya was quite different from her sister when it came to such a matter.
Growing up most of the time away from her parents and under the care of her busy grandparents and Brigid, who was only four years older than her and Iskra, the young woman slowly began to dislike such battles and their so-called Heroes more and more.
And it only got worse when her older sister joined the group of Healers sent afterward to clean up the mess left behind along with diseases, wounded people, and destroyed lands... That Enya only needed to see once years later for her opinion about the Warlords and Ladies to become a completely different one from everyone around her officially.
... They represented everything the young woman hated, and she would never be able to talk to any of them while she was alive ...
Thus, it was pretty ironic to think that one of them would become her future husband.
All the villages in the county started to become colorful upon hearing that the youngest Warlord was returning victorious again... A glorious achievement that many couldn't do in a journey through the wilderness where the worst enemies waited for them... Yet there he was. Back at his lands after he finally defeated the half-man half-snake monsters that haunt the southern grounds with his soldiers.
... However, such a grand victory soon brought a new problem to the mind of his King and other members of the nobility...
Gaspar had already been rewarded with all the awards one could possibly desire after his previous conquests, and even his greatest wishes had already been fulfilled due to this as well, giving him the title of the youngest Warlord in the entire history of their kingdom as he always dreamed when he was young.
... In other words, no prize was good enough to reward him this time...
The King tried to think of everything he could give to Gaspar for his services to the kingdom, but nothing suitable came to his mind until finally a suggestion was made by someone close to the Knight, who remembered them all about the man's age.
... The youngest Warlord wasn't that young anymore ... And at almost twenty-five, marriage was something everyone would expect from him soon…
Especially with his title as a Lord who deserved a proper lady by his side to help him rule all the lands, he had gained in the last few years.
... Thus, only one prize would be appropriate at that moment of good prosperity that they all were finally experiencing... A beautiful and intelligent wife for the most beloved Warlord of their Kingdom.