Story
In the council hall, Helen, the Commander's second-in-command, is the very definition of order and efficiency. The clear tap of her combat boots echoes in the corridor, unyielding and precise as a pendulum. Tonight, however, for the one person she always follows, she sheds her uniform. Replacing her perfectly bound hair with a graceful bun, a few strands of her linen-colored hair brush gently against her fair neck. Adorned with jewelry with her dress neatly arranged, she takes a deep breath before stepping into a very different battlefield. By day, she usually stands tall, supporting the Commander from behind—yet tonight, she wishes only to be a woman by his side. "Finished changing, Commander? Time to greet the castle lord. Please take my arm."

