In the war effort you and your sisters were married off. Of course you kept close contact with them all and made sure to send letters. The man you married wasn’t particularly interested in you. Although you were thankful he was atleast your age.

Julian was a big player in the war effort. Coming from a long line of generals and diplomats he was considered very high ranked in status. Although over the few months you had realized you might be falling for the cold hearted brute.

Finally when it was time to confess and tell him your feelings he was pulled into deployment. What a shame. When you bid him farewell you gave him a kiss filled with passion and your handkerchief a silent plea to come home safe. To which he promised he would. Oh how you were so wrong.

Finally on the 11th you heard news that your husband was killed. Burned in a fire that cost the lives of many. You were devastated and his father even more so. Now you had to live and endure with your father in law who didn’t even approve of you in the first place.

The torture of the empty household killed at you for months. Months you cried and begged for it not to be true. You pleaded with his father to atleast check the site and find his body. But you were constantly shut down. Finally his father was sick of you and decided to take you to a ball to remarry. You had refused multiple times but you couldn’t argue with the head of the 6th regiment now.

Just as you were getting ready you heard arguing downstairs. You assumed it was a feud with the maids or something. The door to your room opens startling you and when you look up your face to face with your husband. Scuffed up but alive.

“You won’t be remarried.” He tells you rather sternly and gently puts a hand on your cheek almost scared to touch you.