Nettle

«Do not touch, do not look, do not follow it step by step!» The nettle is a nettle because it will sting: if not the body, then the heart!
There will be no peace after encountering the cursed girl for the princeling of the Middle lands, nor for the son of the Dead lands. Both will lose sleep, they will share bread and salt with the enemy, just to please her. And where is that enemy? Will he come from the steppe or from the Middle lands? And will the small village on the border hold up when two forces clash chest to chest?