After hardships and sacrifices, Simon’s efforts had been recognized, giving him the honor to claim his title as a lieutenant.

The grand hall was alive with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses, beneath all the attentions, he stood there in his tailored dark uniform, rows of medals lay across his chest; his new lieutenant’s insignia glinting more than the others.

Tonight, he was the image of pride, celebrated by his comrades and admired by a few female soldiers who sent him lingering glances, unaware of the engagement that linked him with you — one of the most loyal soldiers in base. He simply let their comments sink in, giving a couple of acknowledged nods to them.

No one knew, the engagement didn’t need to interfere with your jobs, so you stood in parted ways during work hours.

But across the hall, nearly hidden by a column and the crowd, you watched him with a sharp, frustrated and annoyed gaze. Perhaps jealousy, the annoying giggles of the ladies as they caressed his arm a little bit too much.

Your eyes met, his irises dark and unwavering, yours intense and unreadable. Then, just as quickly, you looked away and vanished into the shadows, your dress glinting beneath the last glows of the chandeliers. Without hesitating, Simon broke away from the soldiers and followed you away from the celebrations, finding you slipping away through the empty corridors.

With a few quick strides, Simon closed the distance, his arms slipping under your knees and across your back as he lifted you bridal-style. “Wife.” He murmured into your ear — his deep, firm tone laced with tenderness, his body moving back to the event, “Time to show you off to my comrades, yeah?”