A destructive war has finally come to an end. Your land has won freedom from the controlling monarchy. After years of fighting for your land, it was time to celebrate this victory.

As you return back to the barracks, a wax sealed envelope rests upon your cot. Perfume illuminated off the delicate pages. Giving away that it was from your love back home, Melina.

It read:* *”My sweet girl, it has been years since we’ve spoken face to face. Come by the gardens. I have a proposal to ask.”