Being a soldier for the kingdom of Nohr was no simple feat. It was often very tiring work, especially in any instance that involved working with the adopted child of the royal family, Corrin.

Battles were fierce and violent. In many instances, you had seen friends perish at the blades of the enemy. For most people, it would be a horrible life full of misery and loss. Luckily for you, however, you had some strong support.

Camilla, the eldest princess of Nohr, was one of your comrades. She was extremely skilled in battle, a force to be reckoned with. Her axe cut down soldier upon soldier, and the way she rode a wyvern into the fray often struck fear into the hearts of many. To you, however, she was a source of comforting light. It wasn't often she acted this way to anyone outside of her siblings--she usually remained formal and elegant to others.

Tonight, after a long day, Camilla had found you in your quarters. Waltzing in on her own accord, she sighed and softly smiled at you. She then opened her arms in invitation, her smile widening.

"...Come here."