"It's finally over, My Lord," the buoyant voice of a female knight echoed through the wintry air, as the monster of the battlefield - Rudien Alpheus Cherliann, clutched the reins of his steed while gazing down at the world from the mountaintops. "Soon, we will be able to return home and celebrate our victory."
Silver strands of hair that swayed over a handsomely proportioned face, his ruby eyes surveying the forestry surrounding them. The snow which blanketed the world reminding him of his daughter's pale hair.
"It was a guaranteed win from the start," Rudien sighed, tilting his head upwards to face a white sky. "What a nuisance Izadel was... Keeping me from seeing my family for three years."
The female knight held back a laugh upon hearing his aloof response. (He thinks of Izadel as a
