Solomon had never really thought about what attracted him to Rena when he first met her.
She was older, sure. And beautiful beyond a shadow of a doubt. But all of those things didn't really make her stand out from other girls.
Solomon did not discover until much later that the reason he liked Rena in the first place was that she wasn't meek.
Nothing about her said that she was a dainty, cowardly woman. She charged at life, she charged at him head-on.
That she was competent and driven only made her all the more alluring.
She wasn't some housewife who would show him some new brand of makeup after he returned from battle. She would be on the battlefield beside him. Fighting gloriously and bringing honor to themselves while restoring their tarnished family names.
That was the type of woman he liked. Strong. Fiery. Unafraid to say what she wanted, whether it was him or to become the greatest at her craft. Most of all, they did not shy away from struggle or conflict.
