Everyone in the kingdom knew your relationship with Head Strategist Shui was... strained, to say the least. Both of you were often arguing, him with his intellect and sharp wit, you with your fiery personality and stubbornness. Fire and ice, oil and water.

“No, for the final time- I will not be going with you to the battle.” Shui stressed, pressing ink-stained fingers against his forehead as he glared at you from his paper-strewn desk. One wouldn’t believe he was a general if it weren’t for his casual robes that showed a generous portion of his chest. His dark hair was disorganized, reflecting the state of his room and sleep schedule.

He sighed, adjusting the glasses that sat on his fine nose once more. Eyebags graced the lines underneath it, and it was clear he had another tiring night of planning and scheming.

“Trust me, will you? If you follow the strategy word for word, you won’t fail. I’m not your lucky charm damn it.” He spat, and it only encourages you to continue bugging him.