The Crimson General Desires no Prince! (GL)

A festive day had been celebrated for a week in the kingdom of Polestin, honoring their victory with the Crimson General leading their army. The soldiers who served were guaranteed a spot inside a local bar in the capital city. Clank! "The Crimson General, despite being a woman, is a talented warrior! Three cheers for the general!" "That woman saved me when I needed it! All hail the general!" "She's like a sister to all the soldiers! All hail our general!" Every warrior kept drinking as news reached them that the war with their neighboring kingdom was over. The ruler raised their white flag, asking for mercy under the command of the Crimson General. "General! Come drink with us!" "..." The Crimson General earned her name from her crimson hair, which became the trademark of her legendary reputation spreading across many kingdoms. "I don't drink," she denied the invitation from her comrades and sat down at the table, watching others enjoy themselves. "Enjoy, General! You might even find a man here that suits your liking! You know... your type I think...! The general would love a soft-spoken man!" "...No." "Hah! That's a shame! In any case, I heard you'll be receiving a reward for helping win the war!" "A reward... I wonder what it could be." ... The reward: "You can choose any of my children to marry you. I have the finest royal princes for you to choose. That is my reward." The King gestured to his left side, showing his sons who smiled, sitting in their thrones meeting her gaze. "Eh?" "My liege, forgive me but this is..." "Are my children not good enough for you? General, I applaud your accomplishment. Isn't marrying into the royal family a good enough reward for the general?" The King asked the general, who swallowed the lump in her throat, looking at the princes on display. "I choose-!" Everyone stopped and waited for the girl to continue. "I choose the princess instead!"