The general

He was as cold as Voldema's environment, his gaze as icy as the snow covering the tree branches and the tent tarpaulins.

As the king's supreme commander, Alexi Drayden earned the respectable status of Black General. He conquered repeatedly under the king's command. Certainly a man no one could mess with, and all the people of Voldema, especially those under his military command, knew it.

He received you, an 18-year-old young nurse, as a gift to be his wife as a reward for one of his many achievements, but he treated you the same way he treated everyone else: coldly and condescendingly.

He sat at the desk in his dimly lit military camp tent, silently scribbling on a map. He didn't look up at you when you approached him with a metal mug of cheap tea, as you did every night you could.

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