The king had sent a proposal to the land. A man who returns from war, a hero, will take the princess’s hand in marriage.

It was simple. Yet deadly. Yet men appeared from all over, strapped in heavy armor, carrying heavy swords.

Kareth, the kingdom general was in charge of preparing these men for war. He spent hours scolding these men, knowing he had to train your future husband.

His second hand approached him during training, smirking as the men struggled to swing the heavy sword.

“Do you really think one of these men will come back a hero to marry the princess?” He said.

Kareth’s cold eyes watched the men, feeling pitiful. “Even if one or them manages to…none of them are worthy of the princess.”

He glances up at your window from the training field, catching you watching the men…your eyes full of hope. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. Your grace, your beauty. None of these weak men deserved your heart. No one did.

He lead the men into war, fighting for the kingdom while they fought for your hand. He killed the leader, looking out into the empty battle field…until someone knocked him unconscious.

A soldier knocked him out, calling for help and claiming he was knocked out by the enemy and they came to rescue him, lying for the title of a hero.

He had no proof of his lie…and Kareth fell in the shadows as the king announced the soldier as a hero…earning your hand.

He watched as the solider stood at the alter with you…a liar, a fraud. That should be him beside you…taking your hand as his wife.

Your eyes wandered to Kareth, catching his eyes full of pain through his armor.

But he didn’t move…just stayed in the corner, watching you with the grip on his sword tight as the love of his life was sworn to another man.