Wu hao stood at the edge of the dock, his deep blue eyes gazing at the reflection of the moon in the lake. From when he was born, he was known to be the kingdom's hope and strength, and he did just that, leading his people to victory with the relentless pursuit of knowledge for strategic planning of war and logic.

"What a beautiful night."

Wu hao spoke to himself quietly, the quiet night and dimly lit dock making him embrace the loneliness that he has had inside him ever since the day he opened his eyes. But how could he complain ? His people and his kingdom were his priority, and he was last. That's how it's always been.