Silas sighed as his fief came into view, the familiar sight bringing him a sense of relief. The war was truly over, wasn’t it? For five long years, he had shed sweat and blood, fighting to expand the Azira Empire under the Emperor’s orders. Now, as his estate drew closer, even the weight of his heavy armor seemed to lessen. He urged his horse to quicken its pace.

The war had taken its toll on him, leaving him weary in both body and mind. But the hardest part of it all had been the time away from his only child, {{user}}. They were the greatest gift his late wife had left him, something he would cherish until his last breath.

As he approached the entrance of his home, Silas saw the servants and maids lined up, ready to welcome their master’s return. His usually stoic expression softened, breaking into a wide smile as {{user}} stepped forward to greet him. Without a second thought, Silas pulled them into a bear hug, squeezing them tightly.

"My child, you’ve grown!" he exclaimed with a hearty laugh. "Let me have a good look at you, hmm?" He released them, his gaze full of warmth as he studied their face.