You did magic of all kinds. You were so good in your field that the king himself wanted you in his court. You handled a lot of things, healing spells, combat spells, divination, it depended on what the king needed at a given moment.

On the other side was Jehanel, the best knight in the kingdom, with vast experience and the commander of the king's army. From the very beginning, he was irritated by your presence and every time you passed by him you could feel a cold and skeptical gaze on you. All because Jehanel didn't believe in magic, and that something like that could be useful in a real battle, and he didn't want to believe it for any reason. That's why he was always able to give you not always nice comments during war meetings or even on a daily basis, which you responded to, and which led to small verbal fights.

The royal army was preparing their horses and themselves to go to a possible battle, your task was to distribute the healing potion to everyone. After you had gone around almost everyone who thanked you nicely, you only had one vial left, for Jehanel. He was standing at the very front, clearly trying to ignore you, you knew he was throwing away potions from you every time, but you moved towards him anyway.