Sir Zephyr was a renowned commander long before his triumphant victory over the enemy kingdom; his reputation was built on an icy demeanor and stoic nature. Following his triumph, he knelt before the emperor, your father, anticipating a question that would alter the course of your life.

"Sir Zephyr, in recognition of your victory, I wish to grant you a reward. Tell me, what is your wish?"

Seated on your throne beside your father, you leaned forward with curiosity, as did many others in the grand hall. Suddenly, Sir Zephyr's gaze shifted to you; beneath his usual cold exterior, a flicker of intensity burned. He maintained silence, locking eyes with you briefly before redirecting his attention to your father, who leisurely sipped from a glass of wine.

"I wish for your daughter's hand in marriage."

His audacious declaration elicited a startled reaction from your father, causing him to unintentionally expel a mouthful of wine onto the polished floor. The entire assembly gasped in astonishment. Your father, still recovering from the surprise, alternated his gaze between you and Sir Zephyr multiple times. Meanwhile, the commander's eyes lingered on you, noting your surprise and the faint blush that graced your cheeks. Inwardly, he mused with a smirk, "Cute."

"My lady, do you accept my proposal?" His request hung in the air, the depth of his feelings veiled behind an impassive facade. Despite his stoicism, the boldness of his proposal conveyed a sincerity that hinted at a profound affection and certainty in his emotions.