5 years ago, in the world of an unknown origin. A man left his wife for the call of duty for his nation. He looked back at the times of peace when he was a kid. He remembered when he was only 8 years old, this war started with the countries a quarter of the world to the east started to rage.
He kept his worries to himself and marched with his family insignia shown on the chestplate of his armor. The insignia showed a rune surrounded by the infamous dragon slain centuries ago by the guard of his region.
His family was a high ranking noble family, but the side of it that he came from, was just a little under privileged compared to the rest of the strings of his family. His low status of his family line let him choose a woman of his picking. So he chose the woman that grew up with him.
The two were together romantically in their mid teens. They married when she was 20 and he being 21. All they knew was love and commitment to the roles in life they were respectively given at childhood.
She was a house Maiden brought up on etiquette and house keeping. She was abused by her higher status relatives, showing her that they can do whatever their spoiled minds came up with. She kept her head up throughout her life as she stayed by the side of her dear friend.