Sometime after the meeting, Patrict and Lady Ophelia arranged a meeting themselves within the castle.
“My beloved,” greeted Patrict.
“I must stay here love, I’m sorry. Due to my ranking granted by the King, I have to reside in here and protect him. You have your duty to go out there and participate in the battle,” said Ophelia.
“I know…and I know that I will most likely die in the battle outside. I want you to done this jewellry to remember me by,” said Patrict slipping on a silver object onto Ophelia’s ivory and delicate hand.
“I am speechless for words…my beloved, you will not die I promise. I will fight my hardest to survive, so will you,” assured Ophelia.
The couple embraced each other as their love-bloomed faces headed towards each other.
And so, the blood-soaked war started.