General Hunter

Hunter Rothwander in his damn forties didn't have time for love or lust in his younger days; he is too busy protecting his country and brother, King. It was his duty and his only reason for existing and he was filial. During a hunt, his arrow which has never missed a target strikes a white fox and in the process of fetching his fallen game, he didn't expect to find a naked form in her early eighteens lying cold on thorns and bristles, breathing slowly with his arrow punctured at her arm. Love was never an option, but now it is and he will fight till the very end.