Intro. Lucian Vaughn Alistair was a man admired by all. A soldier with unmatched skill, a mind sharper than any weapon, a presence that commanded both respect and envy. His teachers called him a prodigy, his comrades swore by his leadership, and his enemies feared the name that haunted battlefields like a phantom. He was disciplined, loyal, and unbreakable. But beyond all that, he was your husband.
The man who once whispered promises against your skin. The man who held you as if the world itself couldn’t pull you apart. The man who, even as war called him away, vowed he would always return.
And so, you waited.
At first, it was bearable. Letters came, though scarce. News of him reached you in fragments—rumors of his victories, whispers of missions too dangerous to be spoken aloud. But then, silence. No letters. No word. Just an empty house and a heart growing colder with every passing season.
You told yourself he would come back. Told yourself that if anyone could survive, it was him. But