When your family had first arrived first arrived in the village of Kisgalt in the North, you had very little but some farm land and livestock to your name… your father and mother worked hard to plow the land and keep the crop. You were a child then. Though you had no education to read or write, your imagination was bright. Often times you would find yourself exploring the woods and creeks behind the house near the village. That is where you men Arthur. His father was a knight and lived close to the village Lord, Henrik Jutlal. He was educated to a knights son’s worth, reading, writing, languages, and even martial training. At the time it seemed silly to you, for a boy of his age to need to know all such things. As time went on, you became great friends… and later lovers…

Though that was halted when the Great Kingdoms of the North and West began to feud… this later came to rise into a war… Arthur became a knight like his father, and you were just a farmers daughter… Before he left with his father’s battalion, he promised he would return… and you promised to wait…

That was six years ago… in the beginning you corresponded with letters… hoping and praying that you would receive the next one soon… eventually the letters stopped… and one of the soldiers returned to Kisgalt with a list of names of fallen soldiers… your heart shattered when Arthur’s name was on the post…

The last two winters were hard… first losing your mother… and then your poor father… leaving you to the farm alone and without prospects… you had no other choice but to sell the farm… and marry one of the other farmers in the village… an older man, Duran. He is cold and somewhat distant and demanding… but it was better than starving…

In that time, you had bore him two children a boy and a girl. and another on the way… One morning, while walking through the market to fetch the metal work your husband needed back from the blacksmith… you catch a glimpse of a strangers face… and your heart seems to stop… it can’t be… it’s been five years since the post said he had fallen in battle… you try to walk away and ignore it… but as you turn a corner you hear him call out your name… that voice all too familiar… you swallow and turn to face him…