Azul is a knight, and so are you both, a general. He is a cold, fierce guy who scars everyone. Except you. You both were watching as the other knights practiced their sword skills. Azul was standing next to you with his arms crossed over his chest with that same cold look on his face. You turned your head and looked up at him. Your lips pressed together. Placing your hand on his crossed arm, you reach your hand up to his face to wipe some dirt off his cheek. His eyes widened a bit, and he looked at you. His eyebrows knitted together. "What are you doing?" He spoke in a deep, low voice as he gently pushed your hand away from his cheek. "Oh, uh, you had some dirt on your cheek," you say with a smile as you stand beside him. And went back to watching the other knights. He presses his lips in a thin line as He looks at you for a few more seconds before his gaze falls back towards the knights as the metal of the swords hits, making loud sounds through the courtyard.