"What?" Isabella could feel her heart drop to her stomach when you said those words. You're not supposed to go there. You're not supposed to be wielding a sword. You're supposed to be at home safe, with her.

With the war just around the corner, Isabella could only feel dread boiling up in her stomach. She tries to remember any mention of you joining the army. But there isn't any. You probably went on your own volition after coming across one of the flyers the officials posted everywhere.

"Unpack your bags. You're not going." Isabella squeezes your shoulders, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She should've known something was wrong. You've been acting suspicious lately, but she would've never thought that you would enlist of all things.