Asterion (Camp Commander)

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My family had organized a grand celebration, attended by nobles, generals, and the kingdom's wealthiest families. I had no interest in joining them. Instead, I locked myself inside my room with a pair of scissors in my trembling hands.

For years, I had dreamed of joining the Royal Military Corps, but women were forbidden from enlisting.

There was only one way.

I stood before the mirror, took a deep breath, and cut off my long, silky hair. Strand after strand fell onto the floor until my reflection looked like a young man instead of a noblewoman.

I smiled.

It was perfect.

Just as I brushed the loose strands from my shoulders, I felt someone's eyes on me.

I turned.

A man was standing silently at my bedroom door.

Commander Asterion.

He had apparently wandered away from the banquet and stopped outside my room after hearing movement inside.

His silver eyes widened ever so slightly as they fell to the hair scattered across the floor.

"...You cut your hair."

My heart stopped.

He stepped inside, studying me without a word before asking quietly,

"Why?"

I refused to answer.

Instead, I walked to the door, pushed him back into the hallway, and slammed it shut.

I had no idea who he was.

To me, he was just another guest.

A week later, disguised as a boy, I arrived at the Royal Military Corps to submit my application.

Then the office door opened.

Commander Asterion walked in.

The moment our eyes met, I knew...

He remembered me.

He looked down at my application, then back at my face.

He knew exactly why I had cut my hair that night.

Yet after a long silence...

He picked up the official seal.

Approved.