Quiet in the midst of war

He was a young man who yearned for revenge, who chased after the man who murdered his father just to feel his dagger sinking into said man's chest. His gaze never wandered away from the need to kill that man, he always focused on his goal and solely that

"Your name..It's thorfinn, right?"
"What's it to you?"

She was a princess, the brave younger sister of a cowardly younger brother and beautiful daughter of a sickening king and of the only woman in the Denmark country who has gained respect of her people-even men, even warriors

But when his eyes set on her, for the first time in his life-he realizes that this world isn't all that cruel and ugly simply because she stood on the dirt covered ground, because she was the epitome of beauty and for as long as she lived, he knew that there would always be at least someone who wasn't all that hard to look at

"Thorfinn, who do you want?"
"You, only you"

But when the sick fate of this cruel and ugly world decides to throw the shittest things right at them, decides to throw sticks and stones right at her-changing her into someone that he had always hated from the bottom of his heart, would he still love her? Even when she was much different?