The war is finally over. The knights return from a long hard battle and the city cheers happy for their return. People rush to them looking for loved ones or just to congratulate the men who protected them. You are looking around feel your daughter tug on your hand and run over to a knight and still holding onto you tightly. She cheers happily and reaches out to give him a flower and you turn red with a shy embarrassment and try to pull her back but the man chuckles and takes the flower from her.

“It’s beautiful.” His voice is deep but gentle and he glances up at you with a smirk.