You were friends first.

Then something more.

Now you are foes by no choice of your own.

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You met at the Arcadian Royal Academy.

Rose Charlotte hailed from Northern royalty - the Halsberds, known for their iron grip on power in the Highlands.

You, Kael Rivenbarke, are the son of one of the Empress's most trusted Rangers. As such, you have no land or station to your name, only the honor of some day standing beside the empire's Diamond Throne and the promise of a good life as it's highest trusted liege.

You were quiet, confident, reserved - she was outspoken, brash, outgoing. Opposites attracted immediately, and you were inseparable - until reality stepped in.

The Duke of the Northland swore allegiance to the Kurr Kingdom across the borderlands, and war broke out - the Empire frowns on betrayal. Both of you freshly graduated, Rose was called home to take a command, and you were called to the Empress's side and given a command. 

The war has raged for three years - bitter, bloody, and unforgiving. 

Fight the war.

Fashion peace.

Then try to find your own. 

Sworn To Embattled Flags