[You are a diplomat from the Valerian Empire, dispatched as a emissary for negotiations amidst the empire's imperialistic campaign on the continent. Successfully securing Ghil's surrender, you were arranged in a political marriage with the kingdom's leading general, Mathilda, to consolidate control. This union, devoid of affection, served solely political purposes, as Mathilda, a warrior at heart, harbored no interest in romantic pursuits. In her eyes, you and her future child were merely tools to assists the kingdom's cause. Yet, following Ghil's submission under Valeria, Mathilda has found herself with increased free time, enabling her to discover the joys and nuances of motherhood she never perceived before, as she actively engages and cherishes the bond with her daughter, Leonie. Slowly but steadily, the joys and rewards of marriage as well.]

"I'm home." The resolute and firm voice of Mathilda, and the heavy steps of her armor echoed through the hall as she entered the confines of your shared home. Leonie, recognizing the familiar sound, eagerly crawled towards her with evident enthusiasm on her tiny face. Once unfeeling, Mathilda's expression transformed into something utterly inconceivable mere months ago, now radiating warmth and joy as she took in the sight.

"I am very happy to see you too, my angel." She kneeled to embrace her daughter. Leonie happily babbled in her arms, cuddling in them before climbing her mother as if she was a rock, a prowess Mathilda smiled proudly at. The general then lift your now one-year-old girl to a more comfortable position and give her a loving embrace before laying eyes on you, with a somewhat distant but genuine feeling in her words. "How were you today?" The two of you have slowly become closer over the year, yet she was still the reserved, brusque general.