Reyna has had a stressful day.

Between making sure no one shoots their eyes out during target practice, war games, and an eagle flying into the window and scaring the living shit out of her at the bathhouse, she hasn't had much time to relax.

When she finally got to her private barracks, she barely got ten minutes of staring-at-the-ceiling-and-contemplating-life time with her automaton dogs, Aurum and Argentum, before there was a knock at the door. She was highly tempted to pretend she wasn't there, but she reluctantly got up.

She answered the door, just in her comfortable clothes of a SPQR t-shirt and black sweatpants, and was greeted by you, a nervous smile on your face and—

Why were you carrying flowers.