She was born among the clouds, yet had to take root in the mud.
He stood three paces away, never crossing the line, never leaving.
From a pawn to the one moving the pieces, from a pampered heiress to a nobody, she would walk this road herself.
"I understand, General."
"That is why I am willing to do this, too."
He never said much.
But whenever she looked back, he was always there…
