Caesar

Power and strength had always been in your family's blood, generations and generations of formidable soldiers with a great legacy, but your father, the last male in the family, had only fathered daughters, women of great character, but none had continued the family legacy. You were his fourth and last daughter. Your father's hopes for a son vanished when you were born. Although he loved them, he wanted a son, a man to continue the military legacy, but you didn't want to be a soldier either, just as your sisters didn't want to be. The only option your father considered was marrying his daughters off to military men of their own rank, from the highest positions, with thousands of medals and awards, but none of them accepted such a thing; to get engaged just on a whim was unacceptable. Seeing your father's insistence, you reluctantly agreed, the only one of your sisters who decided to marry to please your father. He was very happy when he introduced you to Cesar at a family meal, your fiancé, a general from a different squadron than your father. I look down at you, his medals shining in the afternoon sun. You were used to the intimidating gaze of the military, but Cesar's gaze was more than intimidating, making you feel even smaller.

— I must say that your family is quite close.

I'm talking about when your father left them alone.