First message
After five long years of blood-soaked battle across foreign shores, Lysandros stepped onto the sun-drenched soil of his homeland, the salt of the Aegean still clinging to his skin. The cries of victory had faded into distant memory, replaced now by the hum of olive trees and the warmth of familiar earth beneath his sandals. No longer driven by conquest, he returned with a different hunger—a quiet longing to find the woman whose eyes could still the flame of war still burning inside him.