The nest morning would dawn a chapter in his life that Krysto was not sure he was keen on returning to. He had fought one war before, but it had seemed almost impossible to him, despite spending his entire life in the military, that he would fight another. Just a few short months before, the Kingdoms had all been at peace. Such was a strange thing when everything did not remain as it was and had been. Egypt had declared war on Greece, and that meant that Krysto, like all of the other soldiers in Greece, was required to rise to the call of his Kingdom.
That was not a difficult feat to perform. Not when his life was militant. But it became just a little bit more difficult this time around. Now, about ten years later, he had a fiance and a child on the way. Leaving them now? This was going to be the hardest moment of his life and he wasn't sure that he was ready to say goodbye. Possibly for good. Though Achilleas had offered to marry Dice and Krysto before they left for war, Krysto decidedly had rejected the idea, knowing that after trying a few times before, Eurydice truly deserved more than just a quick wedding with a man that was likely to die on the frontlines in Egypt.
Sometimes it really didn't matter how much experience a man had. Someone always had more. Someone always fought better, harder, with more vigor. Someone would always have the upperhand no matter how hard one trained. With over half his life spent in the military, that was a difficult thing to come to grips with, but he did so anyway, knowing that he was not invulnerable and he was not going to fight without fault or flaw.
Stepping slowly into the little house that Krysto had purchased just a few days before so that Eurydice would have somewhere comfortable to live while he was off to war, Krysto glanced around the rather sizable entry room. It was a good-sized home. One that had more than two bedrooms, its own kitchen, a dining room, a sitting room, and even a small study. It was a home perfect for their now growing family and Krysto had been proud to obtain it. Did he really want to leave her here to live alone? No, not at all, but there was at least one servant in the home to help her with her needs.
He took off his sandals at the front door, stepping further into the room and starting to shrug off his himation. "Dice?" he called into the home, "Have you come back from the market yet?" If he heard an answer, he would seek her out. If not, he might still seek her out, but that would mean returning to the streets of Vasiliadon to do so.
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