Logan.

"So what period do you think would be perfect for the wedding?" I asked, stroking her hair that laid on my thighs.

"Uhhhmmm..." She tapped her chin as she looked up at the ceiling in thoughts. "I'm not sure... Maybe we start preparations a month after the war."

"That sounds like a good plan. A month is just enough time to condole with the families and individuals who would bear any losses after the war." I sighed, and she looked at me, her eyes instantly reflecting sadness.

"Logaaan..." She softly chastised.

"I'm sorry honey, but that is the reality of things. In a war, there must be spoils and...