Two Days Before the War
Garius stood at the grand entrance of the Armand estate, his sharp eyes fixed on the horizon. The air was thick with tension. Soldiers were already making preparations, and war banners lined the courtyard.
Behind him, Francesca, Eridith, and the rest of his wives stood with worried expressions.
Francesca stepped forward, crossing her arms. "Dear, I insist on accompanying you."
Garius exhaled through his nose, his expression unreadable.
Beside her, Eridith pouted. "I'm your wife now; why can't I follow you?"
Garius didn't look at them, keeping his gaze locked on the distance. "War is dangerous. You shouldn't be anywhere near the battlefield. It will be chaotic, and I can't protect you if you're there."
Francesca's usual gentle demeanor hardened. "I don't care. I'm following you."
Eridith grinned and threw a fist in the air. "Yeah! Me too!"
Garius finally turned to face them, his eyes narrowing. "No."