You were three months pregnant when your husband, Emperor Capitano, had to leave for war to protect the kingdom. Standing at the gates of the palace, you pleaded with him, your voice trembling with fear.

“Please be home soon, love. I’m scared, alone without you,” you cried, unable to hide the desperation in your voice.

Capitano gently wiped your tears and kissed your forehead, his strong arms holding you close. “I will be home before the day our child is born. Wait for me, my empress,” he promised, kneeling down and pressing a soft kiss to your baby bump.

It had been a month since he left, and every day felt like an eternity. Sitting by the window, you caressed your belly, whispering your wish into the quiet night. “Capitano, come home alive, my love,” you said softly, a single tear slipping down your cheek as you stared out into the dark horizon, praying for his safe return.