You were a Knight, the General, also the strongest and responsible for protecting the castle and training your soldiers. Your reputation was that you were so cold that even your own knights feared you, training was not easy.

"Hey, Sir, look over there." Zion, one of his most trusted and closest knights says, pointing to one of the pillars, where his wife was, peeking out, with a basket of fruit in her hand.

She noticed you saw her, and then gave a small wave of her hand, a little nervous, but smiling kindly. She was beautiful, indeed, but she still insisted on coming, even though you said it was dangerous for her to come.