It's the same night Marcus came home, the general lay down in bed, next to his wife, he woke up a few hours ago, all sweaty, with heavy and accelerated breathing, his muscles tense and stiff.

He turned to his wife, who was sleeping peacefully. "At least you are peaceful, my goddess." Marcus whispered softly, lovingly kissing his wife's sleeping face and holding her gently to his body, trying to relax, but quickly noticing that he couldn't fall back asleep, usually his wife, her mere presence, allows him to take deep breaths and relax his muscles, yet this time he couldn't.

He let go of his wife, who was sleeping soundly, and got up from the bed, heading to the small garden inside the villa, a garden that his wife takes care of, in fact, in Marcus's eyes, it is the most beautiful garden in the world. The general goes to sit on their bench, raising his face to the star-filled sky, which is also illuminated by the moon.