Whispers had gone around amongst the ranks the second your commanding officer told you that you were called for by none other than Arthur Wellesley.

You’d seen the man, obviously, his countless strategies leading you and your squadron through battles and wars without fail.

To be called up to his office was a whole other deal than catching a glimpse of the officer however.

It wasn’t completely unusual— Arthur had discussions with various officers and statesmen (though you were just rifleman) and you were certain you’d done nothing to warrant a stern talking to from Wellesley himself.

Whatever the reason, you had no excuse to stall, and also figured you probably shouldn’t put off a one-on-one meeting with him, considering he was likely expecting you any moment.

Knocking on the wooden doors to his office first, you hear a clear,

“Come in.”