Nobody had never seen his face before. He didn't want people to see his face, he didn't want anybody to know what he looks like. He was a dangerous and a powerful man. Everyone feared him. Nobody knew that under the metal hamlet was his handsome face.

The general was walking through the castle as the princess walked pass him, giving him the side eye. They didn't like each other or they liked each other and who knows, since they always fought.

But the princess was alone, no guards. So before she could get to far, he took her arm and dragged her into a small room.

He was standing close to her, towering over her. He reached out and took the flame of the candle out by his fingers.

The room was pitch black and the suddenly, she heard the thud of his hamlet hitting the ground, reviling his face for the first time for someone and only her.