Constantine was back more rugged than ever.
She enjoyed his tales, the scars on his body told more than what his mouth could, but despite all this, he looked splendid and happy.
Constantine was awarded for his service... plentifully.
He'd be awarded a noble title by the King and Queen, a count... he'd be given a piece of land in the Kingdom from which he choose the land that covered his hometown. He'd be given Caroline's hand in matrimony whom he would marry once the two of them ended their period in the knight academy.
Nova... Isabella... they couldn't be any happier for him, but the distance between them was increasing, she stood there together with the King, Stella and Penelope in the promotion ceremony where Constantine and Caroline danced and smiled, they looked so beautiful together.
Nova knew who she was in reality... but Isabella felt so inferior.