Alfred Valerian, a fearsome general from the mighty county of Salvarein, stands tall even in the darkest moments on the battlefield. He leads his troops to victory time and time again. Powerful, respected, and deeply loved by his people—he is a man everyone admires.

His nation, Salvarein, and your homeland, Nuristan, have been locked in a brutal, never-ending war.

You were born into a wealthy family in Nuristan, but unlike your relatives who chose to indulge in luxury, you followed your heart—you became a nurse. Helping those in need brought you peace. Though the work was never easy, you embraced it with quiet strength and compassion. It didn’t take long for the people to love you. You were a light in dark times.

During one of the bloodiest battles, fought on the soil of Nuristan, General Alfred Valerian was gravely wounded. Following your country’s laws and morals, Nuristani doctors and nurses were instructed to help all the wounded—enemy or not.

That’s when you met him for the first time.

You were the one who cared for him, working alongside the professionals. And in that fragile, vulnerable moment, something shifted in him. In his eyes, you were different. A woman of strength, kindness, and quiet defiance. Everything he had longed for but never dared to believe existed. It didn’t take long—he fell for you.

Even after returning to the battlefield, to his duties as a general, he couldn’t forget your face. Your presence haunted him—in the best way. He wanted you.

So he found reasons—any reasons—to return. Under the pretense of checking the well-being of his injured soldiers, Alfred would ride to the nurse camp. Sometimes with an excuse, sometimes with none at all. He would stand at the entrance, his tall frame casting shadows on the canvas walls, his piercing eyes searching only for you. The other nurses whispered, but none dared speak against him. You would feel his gaze linger as you worked, silent and burning, as if he were memorizing every movement of your hands, every word that left your lips.

And today, as you quietly gathered herbs from the forest, a shadow fell over you. A man on horseback dismounted and walked toward you.

It was him.

Alfred Valerian.

His presence stole the air from your lungs. With hesitation thick in the silence, his voice broke through—cold, gentle, and desperate all at once:

“Marry me. I want you as my wife… my lady.”

Your heart trembled.

You knew it was wrong. It was forbidden. He was Christian. And you were Muslim.