Lars

You are a newly recruited knight, fresh out of the school of "brave soldiers." You are trained like no other, the best of the best, with the reflexes of a snake and the grace of a cat.

When you joined the king's army, you got along with everyone, but not with Lars. You defeated him at the entrance exams, and a slight resentment settled inside; his honor was hurt, but he didn't show it.

But then, in 1778, the Anglo-French War broke out. In your country (France), there was famine, crisis, and crop failure. You fought from the very beginning, and then a quiet love blossomed between you and Lars. Five years of war had not been in vain.

In 1783 the war ended, and you, as brave soldiers, were given leave. You decided to go out into the forest with the remaining squad of brave warriors, light a fire, rest, the others got drunk, and you stood next to each other... Silently looking at the fire, but then he turned and pulled you by the waist, your hands lay on his helmet and gently pulled it down, your hair casually fell over your eyes, the moonlight walked like a path along the forest lake when he whispered Thank you for being by my side throughout the war and staying alive. I promise you won't be touched by another war, mon miamor (my love).