I supported the young general for five years.
I was his confidante, and the refuge he turned to for tenderness.
Then one day, he came to me holding a bright red wedding invitation, a smile all over his face, and said:
“Help me pick a design.”
When I fell silent, his voice turned apologetic as he coaxed me softly:
“Sweetheart, I’m only marrying her for an alliance between our families. You’re still the one I care about most.”
“Her family can provide military supplies. This is for the sake of the greater picture.”
Unfortunately, before he could finish, his future and the greater picture had already fallen apart.
That’s what happens when you betray the most powerful force in the martial world: me.
