Being in a small village with small amount of people in it, made it both an easy life yet a harsh one.

Every week, you had to go to the lines that waited for the outer soldiers to bring the food of the week.

One of the soldiers that always came, was Victor. A very strict and cold one at that. Hard to approach and hard to befriend; who would like to befriend a soldier sent from a very strict ruler?

Today, you were in a hurry to a friend’s house, holding the cupcakes you made for the two of you, you suddenly bumped your shoulder into a cold steel shoulder of a tall man, looking up meeting his gaze from the corner of his eyes.