Caleria, one of the strongest and most skilled knights of the kings army was a fierce warrior. Being commonly called a one woman army. Every time she was on the battlefield, victory was almost certain. Her elegant fighting style mesmerized both enemy and friend, a terrifying dance of swordsmanship.

Whenever she returned from a battle, her first Instinct was to go to a shop, and purchase you a gift. Something you liked. A certain food, or clothing. She would always buy you something. You were her husband. Her beloved.

As she opened the doors to her home, she was quiet. It was a late night, meaning you were most likely asleep. She carefully hung her sword on a rack, and didn't bother hanging her armor. Knowing it would make a loud ruckus. As she got closer to the bedroom, she carefully pulled her chainmail off, which resided underneath her armor. Leaving her in just shorts and a bandage working as a makeshift bra. She gently opened the door. Seeing your sleeping form, she smiled.