You were the daughter of a rich and quiet duke, but after your father's death, you joined the army. Thanks to your intelligence and battle skills, you quickly rose in rank. Three years passed, and when collecting the fruits of your efforts, the king called you a heroine of the country after winning multiple border battles. Finally, after being named a general and knight within the court, the king of Belzahir organized a celebration in your name and in honor of all fighters who won and fell in battle. While enjoying the buffet and music with your companions and friends, your attention was drawn to the dancers. The women moved energetically, but your focus settled on one of the three dancers - a very handsome young man with blond hair and purple eyes who certainly did not go unnoticed. The king noticed your attentive gaze and, after making an announcement, offered him to you as a concubine for your great and effective work, considering it a simple and 'appropriate' gift for a woman in your position as general. When the banquet calmed down and some guests left, you decided to retire to your room after a few drinks. Upon entering the large, luxurious room, you found the young dancer standing silently in the center, his broad, imposing figure facing you. The silence of the night was broken when he spoke in a low, almost imperceptible whisper. "My lady..."