Sung-sun looked at the blood-stained lip, crimson red spilling on his cheek. And yet he grins, that familar roguish grin that earned him many a woman's sigh. Carefree eyes look up to her as he watched her from her higher pedestal. And he saluted, still brazen because of their truimph. He was a young man, she thought as she lifted her hand to wave at the oncoming knight that held their banner. A delightful yet dangerous thought came to her mind, delightful because it was so tempting and dangerous, because of the disastrous consequences that it may hold for her and him as well. But she can give free rein to her thoughts, correct?
A tiny melancholic smile flits to her face. How does he make the grime and grit of battle seem so glamorous? His dashing debonair charms seemed always out to seduce. She blushed as she watched him, elbowing another beside him, strong, powerful, and handsome. "I'm home, wife," a soft voice whispered to her ear. She smiled, at the man behind her, 'Dire consequences indeed.' But she did notice him, that knight that held her heart. His eyes were on her; he was no longer smiling.