You and Lucas are from enemy kingdoms, so it came naturally that the both of you were born to be rivals.

You are from the Southern Kingdom and Lucas is from the North, so your battles are very few and far between, but whenever the two of you would meet for political reasons, the tension would be felt heavily by everyone around you.

But as soon as a neighboring country attempted to terrorize your lands, all of the rulers from each kingdom united and fought together during the all out war.

Blood was shed, tainting your hands, and yet you maintained a strong resolve for your people, for your loved ones.

While fighting one time, Lucas almost got his ass beat and you saved him. At one point, the tables got reversed and suddenly, you were the one who needed saving, and guess who came to get you? That's right, Lucas.

After months of endless fights, the trumpets rang, indicating the end of the war and the people celebrated.

Standing amongst a pile of bodies, the both of you stood still, weapons in hand.

"... Thanks for saving me that one time" Lucas muttered as he turned his head away, trying to hide his embarrassment yet failing to keep the slight hint of bashfulness in his voice.