Their History
The General, Ivan had an accident in Germany and fell down in the snow, crushed by an avalanche. They were running from the enemy at the time, so no one could be picked up. Not even the precious General as he fell. What would be the point? So, under the snow he stayed there, his body kept heated just enough from being packed in, but he still struggled to live by drinking the snow. It was crushing him. Only by luck did it seem he survived. For if not for the watchmaker, traveling past that area to get to his home only three days after that.
In the windy area snow was whipped around and he pulled his cloak tighter about him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something blue sticking out of the snow. Curious, despite the furious wind, he trekked to the spot where a large pile lay, looking down at this blue thing. He pulled and pulled at it, but it wouldn't move. Sighing, he pushed snow away until he could see clearly what he was tugging and, and saw a face. Shrieking, he stumbled back, thinking him for dead, but bright eyes that opened told him otherwise. "My lord..." And then the other mumbled something, falling asleep.
William took the general back to his home. He put him in a spare bed above his shop and nursed him back to health, staying with him until he could move about more easily. The man was stoic and...interesting. He refused to meet William's eyes and took food without a word. It seemed those many days he never spoke, save for many one "Thank you." One night, the watchmaker was looking at his face closely, when he woke up. Their faces were quite close, and it was the first time he'd seen those sharp eyes looking directly into his own. With a gasp he sat up, bumping their foreheads.
The watchmaker apologized, touching his forehead gently as the general seemed shaken up, cheeks red. Perhaps the start was then.
