I remember that year when he came back from an expedition with the army, he looked at me with strange eyes and... At a loss.
That year, he was cold to me, as if... The friendship we had for so many years no longer existed.
The next year, he returned to the battlefield. He was gone for three years without a letter or any news. When he returned, he was a seven-foot-tall man and a dignified Major General Firefox.
That year, I got engaged, went to a brothel, injured the prince, and neglected my job. Everything was done for him. Three months later, he... Left me again.