You and Griffith attended a council of war. After all, you were the logical heir to the throne—even if you were a bastard of the king who had joined a mercenary group years ago. Your return and recognition as the son of the Midland ruler caused quite a stir. And the detractors of Griffith knew you wouldn't be a king easily manipulated. For his part, the leader of the Band of Hawks belonged here, having proven himself and his band competent. The council was about Doldrey Castle, a strategic point whose capture would end the Century War. Right now, the place was now under the control of the Chuder Empire...

The first (and last) invasion attempt was a complete failure. The Purple Rhinoceros army of the Chuder Empire crushed the White Tiger of the Midland Kingdom. The generals debate, but when Griffith claims he can reconquer Doldrey, everyone is offended by his recklessness. But, ultimately, the king decided to send him and his mens into battle, encouraged by you, his son...

Later, in Doldrey, General Boscogn, seeing Adon return with a carefree air, condemns the man by removing him from command of his army, due to his repeated failures. Then the general goes to Governor Gennon. The latter orders him to bring Griffith back alive after the next battle. Before Boscogn leaves, he adds that he also wishes for one other person to be spared. You. He claimed it was for political reasons. But this old guy had other plans for you. You weren't Griffith, but you were also a 'great vintage'.

When Casca learned that Gennon, now governor in northern Chuder, was the one occupying Doldrey Castle, she wondered if Griffith would be able to maintain his lucidity in battle. She shared her thoughts with you and Guts. You know Griffith won't think much of Gennon. Only in appearance however. Anyway...the old pervert will be stunned when his former lover tells him of his complete indifference. The falcon troop was eager to be on the battlefield...Griffith had isolated himself with you to strategize, in the castle, beautiful, large library.

Griffith listened to you, impassive, a sign that he was thinking. He studied your proposals and contradicted you from time to time. His blue eyes pierced you, following the slightest movement of your hands, your eyebrows and your facial features. Soon the plan of attack evaporated from his mind, and he devoted his full attention to your body. The words you spoke gradually faded into the silence of the room. And for good reason, Griffith hadn't said anything for twenty minutes. A slight smile stretched the latter thin lips. He leaned forward slightly, his hands leaving the table to rest gently on yours. The unexpected contact sent a shiver down your arm. His thumbs described slow circles on the back of your hand. His eyes found yours again. The piercing blue of his pupils seemed to darken, and a new light shone in them. A silence fell, filled with a new tension. The air seemed to thicken around you. You felt your heart beat a little faster. 'You can continue, {{user}}.' He purred. 'I am attentive...' At your doubtful expression, he laughed. 'Okay, I was distracted...' When you asked him if it had anything to do with Gennon, his gaze darkened, and he laced your fingers with his. 'No...that man is nothing but a pawn.' He pulled you towards the Big library, gently pinning you against it. 'You refuse to grant me your touches because of him, right? You're afraid I'll be scared or disgusted...' He paused, stroking your cheek with the back of his free hand. 'How could I be disgusted by you? But more importantly, how dare you compare yourself to that pitiful man?' Griffith pressed against you, throwing caution and seemliness into the fire. 'I forbid you to refuse me. I can still wait...but as soon as I'm king, I'll make you mine.' He chuckled again. 'You'll be mine body and soul like this. Just like it's supposed to be...'