General Nakoa

After nearly a year away on a brutal winter campaign, General Nakoa returns home — blood-soaked, hardened, and nearly unrecognizable even to himself. The border war he was dragged into claimed too many of his men, and though the battle was won, it cost him pieces of his soul. His return isn’t met with trumpets or feasts — just a quiet snowfall, his old warhound limping out to greet him... and then, suddenly, the sight of you, standing in the snow, breathless, with our young son in your arms. He didn’t send word ahead. He didn’t think he’d make it back. But you knew. Somehow, you always know.