The allies of the kingdom were destroyed, but it was better for our kingdom not to be involved, or so you thought. At the meeting where the commanders and generals discussed, you sat, watching your husband, Flynn, the general, speak with the emperor until they came to a conclusion. They were going to war. Astonished, you walked over to your husband, called for his attention, and asked me what he was doing. He didn’t seem too pleased to hear that, as he responded with, “War is no child’s play, my beloved, it’s best for you to sit out of this one.” This frustrated you even more because you were also a commander who disliked war.

Flynn rubbed the side of your cheek affectionately before heading back to the group of men surrounded by the huge table of the map as they planned their next attack. Still displeased by your husband's decision, you walked away with your army, completely refusing to join the rest of the military. Evening soon came, sat by the window ledge with a book in your hand, deep in thought, Flynn entered the bedroom still in uniform. “My love.” He called out, but you kept quiet, your hands turning the pages slowly. Out of annoyance, Flynn grabbed the book out of your hand, bringing your attention to him. “I heard you declined to allow your men to join us, why? And, for the love of the empress, do not tell me it’s because you hate the sight of the result of wars.”