On a beautiful sunny afternoon, Prince Nichol's cavalry was spotted returning from Zurin Fortress. It was a matter of hours before he arrived at camp mounted on his horse in his shining armor. The Fortress had been taken and the handarian army emerged victorious with very few losses. Nichol was congratulated by his men who were euphoric - it was finally time to go home. Kira was just leaving the royal tent when Nichol saw her and was eagerly moving towards her smile.
- I promised I would come back to you. - Said Nichol, grabbing her face and kissing her on the lips.
- I missed you. - Kira said, hugging him tightly over his silver armor. - Lets go in.
Kira helped Nichol to get rid of his armor. There were crumpled, scratched and dirty parts - rust, dirt and blood. When taking off his shi
