In the imperial throne room, the man who had returned from the war after years bent down on his knee before the emperor. He slowly removed his head armor, revealing his dark hair matched with a pair of jet black eyes that were as dark as the void. But what was left in everyone's memories who had seen his almost perfect face, was his imperfection; the large scar from his cheek down to his lips.
"Your Majesty, the emperor, I've returned," He said in a deep and manly voice.
The emperor who was resting his jaw against his knuckles gazed at him coldly. "I'm glad to see you again, Luis. You've won the war and surely received a lot of recognition for defending the southern borders."
Despite the obvious hints from the emperor, the man, Luis, remained humbled. "It's all thanks to Your Majesty. I merely did my duties and will continue to do so under your Majesty's command."