The evening sky was tinged with hues of orange and gold as Christopher rode through the gates of his homeland, the weight of war still heavy on his shoulders. His armor was scarred, his face marked by months of battle, but his heart was focused on one thing—returning to the castle, to {{user}}, the heir to the throne. As he dismounted his horse, the familiar sights felt distant, almost foreign. The war had changed him, and he couldn’t help but wonder if the world he left behind had changed as well.