Set in the medieval age, a perfect period - romance, where swords clash and make the perfect song, where instrument strings sting, where love is inhaled and hatred is exhaled, a world where you would die to live in, but once entered, would die to leave, people who know no boundaries, emotions that have no value. This is the story of the Warrior Princess Ellemera and The Man who was stupid enough to come in her way, but brave enough to sweep her off her feet. But is love really that easy? Is everything just as it seems? What is more important between love and self? You would say "balance between the two" but what if the balance between the two would disbalance Ellemera's whole life? Not your average fictional history romance.