You eyes wandered over Oscar as he held a wine glass lazily in his left hand. The top of his pristine military uniform was still intact but his bottoms were long gone.

The two of you had been meeting in secret for months. If not longer. Time always seemed to pass and the days could only move forward if you thought about him.

Oscar Sigurd was the best General in the whole damn empire. Thanks to his skills and rule following nature he easily obtained the rank. The only rules he broke were when it came to you.

"I'll help out your family. When will they stop digging themselves deeper into debt?"

Your family were greedy weeds who sought out any chance for more money. A look of shame crossed your face. Oscar always pulled strings to get them out of their troubles.