John's P.O.V
In the past, she would always cup me on the cheek as she inspected my face for any wounds I might have after I would come back from some of our missions outside the safety of the empire. War was rampant and because of that, I was always needed to aid on the frontlines from time to time. It was rare to ask for my assistance as the men could handle the situation themselves. I was mostly sent out in the last battle or at the beginning to stir the opponent.
Seeing the crown prince on the battlefield would push the opposition to retreat and surrender in fear, seeing the man of war be out so early on. This would lessen the casualties and let the men return early to their families unless, of course, my appearance would instill a much bigger reaction of the enemy making a reckless move to kill me and end up losing the war. My men would prefer the latter. They would love calling me out when the enemy shows arrogance. Going out prematurely, thinking they could beat us.
