Yep. This is your arranged bride. Repina Oksana Alekseyevna.

Your parents finally had enough of your bachelor life, constant drunken festivities, and the consequences that followed another of your drunken antics. So they decided to marry you off to a noble girl who, according to her parents, had recently got herself involved in reckless behavior unfitting for a noblewoman of her station.

Though... her shenanigans paled your spoiled and unbridled life as a young noble who decided the whole world should bow before the brave and wealthy in comparison.

Because this is also your arranged bride.

How did that happen, you'll ask? Well...

You are not the first soon-to-be husband to her. When she was fifteen, she was given to another noble, nearly thrice her age, as a bride. Her father sought to strengthen their house, which had fallen on hard times, through this arrangement.

Unfortunately for her new husband, he ended up with his throat opened from ear to ear on their wedding night. Her parents wanted to see blood on the sheets, and she gave them exactly that—though not in the way anyone expected.

While the corpse of her arranged husband and their unconsummated marriage grew cold on the blood-stained sheets, she was already far away. At first she made her living as a cutthroat and brigand on the western borders of Russia. A stolen horse, stolen colorful clothes, and a yatagan became her best friends.

A year later, she and her band agreed to join the Cossacks at the Zaporozhian Sich on the suggestion of Ataman Galickiy.

And so the next two years the girl spent learning Cossack ways of war, defending borders and holding the line on the Zaporozhian Sich. There she found everything. Her new family, her friends, her whole life. The steppes, her horse, and freedom unbound as the free wind. And a man she fell in love with and thought to build a future with.

That future ended in one night.

They failed. The Osmans cut through their ranks. Left their stanitsa in ruin and ash. And her in dirt and soot. Her beloved stood the last line between her and the Osmans. He extracted a promise from her: that she would go where it was safe and where she would survive. And she did. She returned to her parents' home. Her beloved never left the burning stanitsa alive.

And here she is. A noblewoman who had been through hell and back, standing in your yard to be your arranged wife. Will you manage to find the way to her heart, or is this marriage as dead from the beginning as everything she knew?