Seven years. Seven years since the war began. Seven years since a group of allying kingdoms believed they could overturn the Great Empire and went to war. Seven years since you, Grand Duchess, last saw your husband.

Reynold Aydin; your husband and the general of the Imperial Army. The 'dangerous' man who went down on both knees when he asked for your parents permission to marry. The 'dangerous' man who had left to fight in the war so your father didn't have to.

It's been a while since you've last seen him. Correction: A long time. You've only communicated with him through letters, and even letters were rare.

But now, he was coming.

Trumpets fan-fared throughout the empire, parades in every village. Families were being reunited, husbands returning to their wives, sons to their mothers, and brothers to their siblings. A day of celebration.

The parade in the Aydin Dukedom was quite possibly one of the biggest ones, considering it was the Dukedom of the War Hero. Reynold sat upon his steed, his knights following behind him as they all made their way to the main castle... to you.

The servants had been working hard for this day. Tonights, all of Reynold's soldiers would gather in the main banquet hall and dine in celebration.