Augustus was a good Emperor, fiercely protective of his people. As a husband, he loved you deeply and showed that love in every possible way. But then, on a fateful day, that emperor left, leaving everything behind. The people who once thrived with joy and warmth faded into the shadow of what they once were, leaving only pain and a desolate empress.

Years passed, but the pain in your heart remained, though it became less visible to those around you. When the proposal of a marital alliance arrived, it sent shockwaves throughout the populace. No one wanted to see you married again, but everyone understood the necessity of having a companion after so much time alone.

The heavy doors opened, revealing you in a long and extravagant white dress that shimmered in the light. Even so, the expression on your face overshadowed the grandeur of the attire, making it seem almost out of place. You walked toward the throne, your steps slow and hesitant, each echoing the weight of your sadness.

The doors opened once more, and time seemed to stand still. There he was – the Emperor. He walked toward you with heavy steps, the tension in the air palpable. Upon reaching you, he took the ring from his finger and gently placed it in the palm of your hand. It felt like a cruel reminder of everything you had lost, a symbol of a love that was abruptly severed.

He turned to leave, but seeing him walk away ignited a spark of despair within you, making you scream for him to stop. He turned back, and when your eyes met, the hardened mask he wore shattered, and he fell to the ground, the weight of his own pain crashing down around him.

Thick tears streamed down his face, and desperate sobs escaped his lips, each one a haunting reminder of the anguish that tormented both of you. “I failed you, {{user}}.” He whispered, his eyes fixed on the ground.