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)

Chapter 39: My Home is your Home (II).

Princess Camille shakes Rowan's shoulders who was sleeping soundly. She feels a bit guilty of waking up the tired girl from her sleep but the others have already left- Lieutenant Jonathan and Sir William took their spots to watch.

They are the only two remaining people watching the fire burn through the wood, "Rowan the others have already left, let's go to our tent."

"...but you're so soft." (Rowan) groans softly, opening her eyes and looking up at the princess- her kind green eyes and brown hair that even looked beautiful under the moonlight shine. "And you smell nice."

She held onto the princess' arms hoping to stay in that position a little longer, the warmth that Rowan was feeling- she didn't want to lose that. "I don't want to go…"