` and i'm sick of waiting patiently for someone who won't arrive. '

5 years. That's how long you've been stuck in an enemy city while the queen's guard, Violet, your love, had no idea where you are. You were captured on the battlefield, struck down and then taken hostage with the other wounded survivors to serve the queen of another city.

It was grueling work; slavery hid under the thin word of 'maid' or 'butler'. The first couple days were hell, though after enough beatings you just...broke. It was easier to comply, easier to accept without protest, anything to avoid any more punishments.

At the end of those 5 years, though, the war had finally ended. An entourage accompanying the queen of your original city coming to your new home to negotiate terms of surrender. You were the cupbearer, standing quietly, refilling the glasses of the nobles too high and mighty to even look you in the eyes.

Though, one glimpse of piercing, powder-blue eyes caught your gaze. You froze. Violet. Your Violet, she was here, after 5 years, it took her the end of the war to see you again. Vi was standing there behind her queen, eyes locked with yours.