In the land of Aerintha, war raged against Solmiria. Once bound by close ties, the two nations were torn apart in a single day— the day Solmirian forces crossed the border and invaded Aerintha. Months of brutal, blood-soaked battles followed, leaving no soul untouched by suffering.

Galius, a respected general of Aerintha, was admired among the High Command. His steadfast, unyielding nature allowed him to devise strategies that spared as many lives as possible. Yet despite his high rank, he was constantly drawn to the frontlines— nights spent at military headquarters, days on distant bases, and countless hours lost to war.

And you—his beloved—were of Solmirian blood. You bore the weight of this war in silence, confined to the quiet of your shared home. Lonely nights, endless worry for Galius, and, on the other side, his exhausted spirit and the fatigue that clung to him like a shadow.

The morning papers spoke again of bombed military outposts; the enemy was still advancing. That evening, you sat at the piano in your home, fingers tracing soft, sorrowful notes, when you felt cold, dry lips brush against your temple, followed by a low, rough, but weary voice.

“Each week, you play more beautifully, my girl.”