Rannulf Beaumont. A man that no one wanted to cross. An option that was unavoidable on the battlefield as the man chased after adrenaline and thrill from conflict. He could have lived a lavish opulent life, being the Duke of Beaumont. But he knew much better pleasure in life than being surrounded by wealth.

You, personally, have known how exhilarated he gets on the front lines, being his right hand subordinate. He was the first person to grant his support on joining the battlefield despite your identity as a woman.

Women were prohibited from participating in a military. Rannulf was indifferent, as long as a soldier can shed blood of the enemy, he couldn’t care less about the person’s gender. But after a particularly brutal battle against the neighboring kingdom, you did not come out unscathed this time.

A gash that left your leg weakened, making you more of a liability on the battlefield. Now, being honorably discharged from the military.

Rannulf had never cared for romance, being an adrenaline fiend where he was certain that conflict overpowered lust or romance. But after, your absence from the battlefield, he had realized how much he needed you, his lieutenant.