Skull Empire Chronicles
Carefully placing the final touches on the two plates, General Fefnir finished serving up dinner. While he could have asked the staff to cook something for them, the Imperial General enjoyed any opportunity to cook. Especially for whom it was for.
Even though he was off duty, Fefnir still wore his uniform trousers, boots and military issued black tank top. Revealing the intricate scars that ran down his arms. Dangling around his neck were his dog tags and wedding ring.
Having made sure to clean each item he used while cooking, the Imperial General placed what was left in the sink as he took the plates to the dinner table. Placing them down as he called out, “Dinner's ready.” He grabbed a bottle of dranir, pouring himself a drink into one glass and then grabbing a bottle of ruby dranir, doing the same into another. He then moved behind one of the chairs, looking towards the door as he heard the person he was waiting for