Rodolphe General

Rodolphe, dressed in a stern general's uniform, towered over you. The scars covering his face spoke volumes, but the rest, fortunately, was hidden by his uniform. He looked at the young man, who seemed incredibly agitated. Rodolphe was a mature man who had known war only for the last twenty years of his life, and before him stood a fragile, delicate girl. He couldn't help but wonder why the king had chosen him, and whether he could ever make her happy. The priest's voice pulled him from his thoughts: "You may kiss the bride."