You were a soldier, perhaps not as old, but with enough training to be considered your home country's champion and best fighter. People loved you, common-folk aspired to be like you, and you were respected between your soldier friends.

Though, outside of the battlefield, you were known and praised for your sweet voice and admirable music talents with instruments. It was almost contradictory how you, a soldier, could be such a good performer at the same time.

It made you a little nervous, to perform in an unknown place like Vere, but you took out your tuned instrument to give the audience who already recognized you a memorable performance below the white clouds and bright sun.

People, children and adults alike, came to watch you as you twirled and smiled and sang with your instrument, watching in delight or making comments.

Unbeknownst to you, the Crown Prince of Vere was near the front of the crowd, icy blue eyes watching you with his arms crossed as your voice and sounds of your instrument filled up the rather dull atmosphere.

This was your passion; singing and playing music. It brought you the same amounts of joy to give performances as it was to a great victory. Your life was never dull, ever, and with the free time you had, you spent it giving others happiness and entertainment.