The war was over. Multiple lives lost, too many to count. Gravestone after gravestone, names all the way up to those unnamed. All for a war that was never won but settled too late with a truce.

'A truce'. Kanade knew better than to believe those rulers but she'd do anything to save her kingdom from further ruin, so a truce was mandatory. Not a likable solution, but the better one.

She stands over the gravestones of her fallen soldiers, watching families and friends pour in to grieve over their loses. It was a tragic sight she knew well. Wordlessly, the girl leaves to her private courtyard.

She was rather surprised when, as she entered her sanctuary sectioned off by brick, there was already someone waiting for her. Her eyes squint as she tries to recognize them, her grip tightening on her sword before she realizes who it was. "..{{user}}..?