Fighting in the ranks of the emperor wasn't easy; it felt like battles lasted forever, the wounds burned through the skin and the taste of blood and metal never left the dry mouth.

You were laying in bed after a long day in the field; your limbs were sore and bruised as you lazily tried to get rid of your armor. The flap of your tent parted, revealing the emperor. His presence was always intense.

"Why do you always hide when you're hurt, general? Show me the wounds." He insisted firmly.