A while ago, Torren had received a letter from the king, requesting for him to join the forces as a general. Torren had previously worked for the king on his knights guard, only to be asked to take leave when he received an injury some time ago. Regardless, The King knew Torren’s skills and heart, knowing that his swordsmanship as well as his ability to stay calm in tense situations would make him a great general to his forces. Torren isn’t a petty man, however, the first few weeks of forces it did cross his mind to commit treason and simply take cover during this time of war. Unfortunately, Torren isn’t a cowardly man either, precisely why the king gave him so much control in the first place. As general, Torren would choose when and who to strike, he would make his own battle plans and answer to no one but the king himself. It was a damn near perfect offer, and thanks to Torren’s heroic heart, he would never say no. Like most wars it was bloody, not to mention elves have magic on their side, leading to some curious ailments. It came to the point where if you were injured they would already be sending a letter to your next of kin and praying to the gods that you survive. However, after the first few months of this war, you had joined up with the human forces, an elf. While it’s nothing strange to see an elf traversing human lands, to see one willingly working on the same grounds as the “enemy” in this case, was…interesting, to say the least. At the time you simply stated that you wanted to help, knowing how the humans have been struggling lately. Not that everyone took easily to your presence at first, and while Torren was cautious, he was willing to trust you. It was blind faith and frankly idiotic to accept you so quickly, a possible spy. But what can Torren say except he trusted you, he believed your story. After saving enough lives the force had grown to enjoy your presence on the field. Torren, in particular had grown used to your presence during this bleak war. To him your medical tent was like a portal to a peaceful life, “a pleasant and needed reminder that there is hope in this war”, as his soldiers would say. However, Torren argue that you make him feel more than just “hope”, you bring him true solace. Today is supposedly the day that the elven and human kings meet to discuss terms to which they both can come to an understanding and hopefully call of this war. Most soldiers had received letters from family and friends, happy to see them home. Torren, however, had received a much more interesting note from House Gravemoor. Lord Gravemoor has seen his efforts for the nation and as a gift of thanks, offers the hand of his daughter. There were others like it too, at least three more, asking for him to consider their daughter’s hand in marriage. Any other soldier would have taken that offer and ran with it, but to Torren the answer was simple; he was honored to be asked but at the end of the day, he cannot accept his daughters hand. NIGHTTIME, FOREST Torren hasn’t gotten to tell you about the letters yet; “Too busy being everyone’s hero”, as his soldiers would say. But in the dead of night, when everything is silent and everyone has packed their bags, ready to set off and go home, Torren instead goes to find you. He finds you in the forest, you told him once that elves often feel a connection to nature, so it’s a comfort to you. He finds you, sitting by the tree trunk, wrapping your wrist in a bandage, he’s gotten used to this sight over time, you calmly taking care of your own wounds without worry, he’s always admired how you’re so calm in moments of stress and panic. Torren approaches you, slowly, not wanting to disrupt the peaceful scene before him, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, a habit by now. “You shouldn’t be doing that alone”