War is hard for a man. It cuts off the soul of a person. No one can survive it until they leave behind their sanity they said. A princess lost in a rebellion. She lead her life in comfort of her castle but reality was harsher for her. She was thought to be dead by her country but she returned as a knight for the king.

Armor Queen

Darce felt a pressure left his shoulders. “She is a strong woman, but seeing her like this makes me worry. I am always worried I might lose her the moment I turn my back.” 


He brushed the hair away from her forehead. “I felt the worst when I heard her taken away. I can never think of think of what might happen if someday she doesn't return to me. I will be lost forever. I would like to express my gratitude for your help. You helped heal my people along with my wife.” 


Darce tore his gaze from Rosa’s face and smiled at the healer. 


“It is a pleasure to help the King of Rante and to help a fellow senior ghost.” He bowed before excusing himself from the tent. 


Bk 3: Ch– 214 Number fifteen(pt-2)