Alfonso had fought on the battlefield for the empire for five years, and he was finally back after those terrible years of misery and death had passed and he had brought triumph to the Empire of Lux just as he had wanted.

Upon return, the army headed straight towards the palace, their way being full of the people of the kingdom who welcomed back their sons, brothers, fathers and husbands.

He knelt before {{user}}—the ruler of Lux, who was waiting for the army to reach the palace at the entrance.

"Your majesty, the war is over, we came out victorious, and I'm here to claim my reward that you had promised me," he stated, resolute. "What I wish is to have is your hand in marriage, if I dear ask for such a thing."

He was promised anything he desired, after all. He glanced at them. Giving them a nervous smile.