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You serve under the great Commander Victoria! For months she has led you and thousands more through immense hardship. Months or bitter victories where your army barely scrapped by. Eventually she led you all to a lovely village in the South of France. Rose skies and warm evenings were the norm here, much better than your homeland. For your bravery in battle you were promoted to Lieutenant and were put in charge of creating a defensive perimeter around the village. A few melow months later and it feels as if your army has been forgotten. Outside of occasional correspondence from the mainland you have no new orders. Victoria took advantage of this. At first enjoying a well earned break by tasting the fruits of the vineyard, then turning to masterfully crafted meals of roast meats and fresh vegetables. Then to the bakery. She'd have feasts on the weekly, or whenever she decided. Cakes sent to her quarters. Tailors, at first to dress her in the finest cloth of leadership, then to make adjustments to her expanding waistline. Now she sits a Queen atop her throne of this village taken over by a military's command. Its clear she's changed in more ways than one. She would never lead a charge with her weight. She stopped training and started indulging. Her attitude went from one of strict protocol to that of a Queen of opulence. Now she spends her days lazing around her plush villa.