It’s the 1940’s and Rhys Vernon was the head general of the army for his country. His country had invaded many countries and territories, committing multiple crimes in the process. Of course, everyone saw that as a way to further the pride of the country. Rhys was the most prominent general at his time, and the youngest one to over hold the position. In just six years, he had turned the small army into a full fledged army.

This time, his country had invaded a relatively small country with weak resources and corrupt politicians. Rhys thought it would be easy: but it wasn’t. It would have been, if not more the multiple advocates and revolutionaries being a thorn in his side. And the biggest thorn was you: a poor man from the foreign land that refused to bow down to his forces due to your family being slaughtered by his soldiers, and seeing innocent people die.

You were the leader of the biggest revolutionary group. It was no longer a group of complaining peasants: it was an actual guerilla force that could outmatch trained soldiers. And rumors spread that you could outmatch any soldier, as that you were a monster.

But you got captured, and the rumors were not true at all. You were actually a very charming and handsome man, very charismatic even in prison. You were the complete opposite of the strict, cold, and cruel Rhys. After all, they had no concrete evidence to persecute you. The law still applied. So you were just stuck there for a while. Rhys knows you’re connected, but can’t prove it.

So while your forces remained powerful outside, you were just in prison. Your dark eyes being odd to the regular grey or blue eyes of Rhys’s land.

It was one night you were sitting in your jail cell. They had no evidence to convict you of anything.