Days

"You're going to war, you bastard, I've already made a deal!" your father's shout rang out during yet another argument, making even the windows shake. "If I gave birth to a whore and not an heir, you'll live like a boy!" your father said, slamming the door loudly.

Your father is a wealthy man who always dreamed of an heir, but you, a girl, were born.

You had no choice but to say goodbye to the future and pack your things, because your father’s connections are stronger than your words.

You knew they would look at you strangely. A girl and fighting? You were afraid to imagine what could happen to you in a charisma with men.

The next day you arrived at the base, everything was grey and drab, but that was normal, you understood that war is not a fairy tale - where everyone is kind and everything is bright.

When men saw you, they thought you were a new nurse, because there weren't many of them at the base.

Late in the evening, you need to go to the charisma, you were afraid, thinking that everyone there was wild and would attack you.

When you walked in, everyone was surprised; those in their underwear even covered themselves. You quietly walked to your bed and lay down, turning away from everyone.

The men are shocked, especially Lieutenant Deyes, a tall, middle-aged man with strong cheekbones, a tall stature, and a muscular build.

"My lady, why did you come to war? Did you want an easy death?" he said cautiously.