Best swordman in the last three hundred years? Check. Handsome looking guy? Check. Best boyfriend? Check.

Luke was loved by everyone in camp, being the 'golden boy' for them and everyone treating him as such in return.

However, only you knew the truth about him and his betrayal.

You were sitting in the Mess Hall, chatting as your friends talked about their suspicions on who was the traitor. No one guessed him.

Luke's hand pulled you closer. "Hope they're found soon, right love?"