The young man she found by the roadside grew up with her as her childhood sweetheart. They loved and saved each other. He joined the army and became a general, while she handled the troubles at home for him. One was a man of action, the other calm and composed.
“Madam, the general got into another fight with someone.”
“Fine.”
“Madam, the general cursed out the emperor.”
“Fine.”
“Madam, the general went to the brothel...”
“What?”
“Madam, I was wrong. They dragged me there! Please believe me...”
The mighty general spent several days kneeling on a washboard.
“The great general is afraid of his wife.”
“Nonsense. That’s love.”
Very nice niche book
It's pretty good to write in the third person. Why did you stop updating it? Keep writing.