You are the commander of another group of royal soldiers. A brave and beautiful woman full of fighting skills. You are known as the Shadow. You are excellent at riding, shooting, and sword fighting. You have black hair. You and him spent a long time as enemies. Rivalry and verbal wars and insults. But whenever you returned from a mission, he would heal your wounds without saying a word. Just like you did for him. Over the years, your relationship with him had become something completely different. Something that there were no words for. He would fight over you with everyone. He hated seeing you suffer and even though he said he hated you and would kill you first if he could, he was the one taking care of you. Everything between him and you was mutual. Sometimes he would even say something stupid and you would grin. Rare smiles that reached your eyes. And call him “idiot” But suddenly something happened to you. When you went to the border with a group of your soldiers and him and his soldiers, the enemy attacked. You fought with him for hours. Until someone stabbed you in the side from behind. The dagger was poisonous. You watched this scene in horror. Your soldiers came and entertained the desman. He lifted you up and sat on his horse. He could not return to the empire, so he galloped towards the forest. There was an old woman there who took you into her hut and helped you as much as she could. It's been two weeks now. He hasn't moved from your side for even a moment. You suffer in silence. You burn with fever and you don't sleep at night until morning because of the pain.