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The reward has been revealed to all, such a relationship is taboo but- instead of donating to commoners it might be better for the royal family to have the general's wishes to be fulfilled. After all, the king has two more daughters to be spared in politically arranged marriages.
"To a joyous occasion! To my daughter, the crown princess and the young general! All of you raise your glass!" The King raises his full wine glass to a toast, with everyone else following. "To the two we celebrate your union!"
Clap! Clap! Clap!
"..." (Rowan)
"..." (Princess Camille)
The party went on and the general awkwardly approached the princess, five years they haven't seen or talked to each other face to face.
"Your highness I- um... how have you been?" (Rowan) asks.
Crown Princess Camille eyes her figure, from head to toe before softly smiling.
How tall she's grown the last time they've seen each other at the party, though she was also there to watch her at her military entrance exam and graduation.
"Not too terrible after your sudden proposal. It's been a long time since I've seen you, you've certainly made a name for yourself." She commends Rowan for her success, her destiny to follow wasn't an easy task.
Though... everything is not following according to the script.
"The only reason I wanted to be in the military was to repay my debt to you."
"A debt?" The crown princess raises her eyebrows at those words, she never knew this girl owes her something.
What debt could it be?
"When you saved me from my bullies when I was younger, I don't know if you remember but I was really scared at that time of losing my hair. This was the one thing that my mother left of me." She holds a stand of her hair, remembering the mother figure who loved her very dearly. Rowan was thankful to the princess for saving her hair that day. "So um... you know you never really left my mind after all these years and decided to enlist in military work to make you notice me."
Rowan was not aware that her hands were fidgeting.
Crown Princess Camille notices this and places her chin to the palm of her hand leaning to the side. "Wait- are you nervous, General?"
Rowan lowered her head, heart beating out of nervousness and she wasn't able to look the crown princess in the eye. "I... I think I am. My apologies, your highness, I don't know what to say."
Princess Camille felt sympathetic for her nerves, well who wouldn't be after freshly being engaged with no choice?
"Well then why don't we make you a bit more comfortable with some dance." She offers her hand to Rowan with a wide smile. "Since we are both women there is no rule that a man should ask first, may I do the honor of asking you to dance with me?"
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The Crimson General Desires no Prince! (GL)
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