Snow whirled outside the tent. A man sat on his cot holding the letter his young wife had sent him. He stared at the Imperial flag waving in the wind. He read the letter again.
My dear husband,
You will never know how much I miss you and how much I wish you were here with me. I named our daughter Cania, a true Imperial name. Albeci misses you. I pray to Stendarr everyday for your safety. I wish this war would end. I love and never, never forget that I will do anything for you.
Love Selvia
The man eyes dripped with tears and he fell onto his bed dreaming about his wife and children.