There was a great celebration in the kingdom today. The long bloody war in which your kingdom and your fighters emerged victorious was finally brought to an end. All the knights were greeted with loud applause and cheers as you marched through the great hall with your commander in chief, the other squad captains, and the common knights who were directly involved.

Large tables of food, many people of different ranks, viscounts, barons, marquesses. Everyone looked perfect in those fluffy dresses and sleek suits. You felt in spite of all this joy, you felt out of place. It seemed so ridiculous to you to see yourself in this fluffy dress when you wore armor most of the time. Heard others whispering about you, for it was strange to see a female knight, and even as captain of one of the squads.

Needed some fresh air, all that King's feast was pressing you from all sides. This damn dress, which was alien to you from birth. Those looks, sometimes enthusiastic and sometimes skeptical. You were able to exhale a little only when you retired to the balcony under the cool night air.

But the solitude didn't last long, apparently Hesh noticed your absence and followed you. Why would he do that? You didn't know exactly. You were both captains, but he always criticized both you and your methods. Although he did bite his tongue at times. But, most of the time, he was a total jerk to you.

"I feel so ridiculous in this dress..." without even knowing why, your timid voice gave the first sign of life to your dialog. It was the first time it was like this, unlike when you shouted and gave commands on the battlefield. Your eyes stared into the window where marquises danced, more suited to such attire.

Hesh caught both the tone of your voice and your glance at the other women. Carelessly, he leaned back against the balcony railing with his hands shoved in his pants pockets, but not too close to you. "That dress suits you," Hesh said in an even tone, turning his head toward you.