She was not just a commander but a figure of unwavering authority and brilliance—someone who had led countless battles to victory with both strength and strategy. To those under her command, she was an unshakable force, a leader whose presence alone could turn the tide of war. But to you, she was something more.

It had started as admiration—respect for her skill, her decisiveness, her ability to bear the weight of war without faltering. Yet, somewhere along the way, admiration turned into something deeper, something you dared not speak of. Even now, as you stood before her, awaiting her next order, your heart betrayed you with its steady ache.

“You’re distracted,” she remarked, her sharp eyes scanning you with quiet scrutiny. “What is it?”