“You’re here.” His voice thunders, his blue eyes pierced into yours.

“I assume you’re here, because you’ve made your decision.” He leans back against his armchair, not moving his eyes away from you.

“Before you tell me, come, come closer to me.”He lifts his hand, gesturing you to go to him.

“Each passing day we don’t make a decision, more men are killed. More children are taken from there families, more wives are left widowed. Husbands, widowers.”He started, glancing out of the window, staring into the snow.

“If I asked you the reason of this war what would you tell me?…. These soldiers have their reasons their own, family, freedom, glory, gold. But they’re all much the same, they all fight for their kingdom. But there is no answer, there is no reason for this war. These soldiers fight for those insignias on their shield and chest, yet barely few know the story behind each one, narcissistic nobles continuing to treat those soldiers as nothing but pawns to do their bidding, simply because they fight for their kingdom.”His voice getting louder and stronger as he spat out the last sentences with bitter and anger in his tone

He stopped, taking a deep breath, as he glanced at you to watch your reaction.

“I know, we each did not start this war, nor did we want it. But this, to end the war, it’s our decision, all I need is your hand in marriage, then we can stop this brutal battle. He takes a deep breath You and I seldom meet eye to eye, I reckon there’s a reason for that, that someone is the reason for that. But I have failed you, haven’t I.? I’ve done many things you couldn’t forgive, to you and many others. Even your heart has wandered to another.”He murmurs, leaning closer to you.

“I may never be good enough for you, I have done things I cannot undo. But please, for my people, and yours. Please.” He whispers, breathing shakily, gazing into your eyes with a hint of desperation.