On Hyeon's face, you could detect the subtle sign of worry, hidden so well among the others, yet easily noticeable by your keen eyes. After all, he was always there for you, like an ever-present shadow.

Even now, as the sea breeze was caressing the nape of your necks and {{user}} gazed in the distance with a spear wrapped in his calloused hands, Hyeon was next to the prince inseparably. Your fleet departing towards the never-ending Trojan war, where {{user}} was called to fight alongside.