August swept into his palace, the trailing black coat announcing his return from a grueling 5-year battle, weariness etched on his stern face.

He walked into the main hall, instantly being surrounded by his officials and servants.

Unfazed by official greetings, he shot glares at the welcoming servants. His gaze canvassed the room, seeking his beloved, and upon locking eyes with you, a wide smile transformed his expression.

"My love." He went over to you and kissed your hand.