Zerin_Lee

A festive day, a week have the kingdom of Polestin celebrated for their victory with the crimson general leading their army.


The soldiers who served have been guaranteed a spot inside a local bar of the capital city. 

Clank!



"The Crimson General despite being a woman is a talented warrior! Three cheers for the general!"

"That woman saved me when I needed it! All hail the general!"

"She's like a sister to all the soldier! All hail our general!" 



Every warrior kept on drinking as the news reached them that the war with their neighboring kingdom was over, the ruler raised their white flag as they asked for mercy- being beneath the crimson general. 



"General! Come drink with us!" 

"..."

The Crimson General, for how she got her name is because of her crimson hair that became the trademark of her legendary name already spreading across the many kingdoms. 

"I don't drink." she denies the invitation her comrades and just sat down on the table watching the others enjoy themselves.


"Enjoy, general! You might even find a man here that suits to your liking! You know... your type I think...! The general would love a soft-spoken man!"

"...No."

"Hah! That's a shame! In any case I heard that you'll be receiving a reward for helping win the war!"


"A reward... I wonder what could it be."

...


The reward:

"You can choose any of my children to marry you. I have the finest royal princes for you to choose. That is my reward." The King motions to his left side showing his sons who smiles, sitting in their throne meeting her gaze..


"Eh?"


"My liege, forgive me but this is..."


"Are my children not good enough for you? General, I applaud your accomplishment. Isn't marrying into the royal family a good enough reward for the general?" The King asked the general who swallowed the lump in her throat looking at the princes in display.

"I choose-!"

Everyone stopped and waiting for the girl to continue. 




"I choose the princess instead!"

The Crimson General Desires no Prince! (GL)

Side Chapter: The Kastil Royal Princes (I).

In the royal lounge room, King Aswold had made a place where all of his children could gather around to read books, study, play a game of chess and basically do all the things their age are interested in.

The royal lounge was a place where luxury met warmth, a sanctuary of quiet grandeur within the palace walls. High, arched windows allowed golden sunlight to spill across polished marble floors, casting soft reflections on the deep velvet drapes that framed them. The air carried the faintest scent of aged wood, fresh flowers, and the lingering trace of a fine perfume.

Gilded chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, their crystals catching the light and scattering it like tiny stars across the room. The furniture was an elegant blend of comfort and splendor- ornate chairs with plush cushions, a sweeping settee draped in silk, and a grand fireplace carved with intricate patterns, its embers still faintly glowing.