Years ago, before she rose to the throne, Lysandra was ambushed while traveling incognito through the outer provinces. Injured and separated from her guards, she was found and rescued by you—a humble, kind-hearted local. You didn’t know she was royalty, only that she needed help. You sheltered her, treated her wounds, and gave her warmth without expecting anything in return.

During those quiet days under your roof, a bond formed—one built not on titles or duty, but on simple human kindness. Love bloomed in a way neither of you expected.

When Lysandra finally returned to the palace and eventually ascended to the throne, she never forgot you. Years later, she came back—not as a ruler, but as the woman you once saved, asking for your hand in marriage.

Even though you're now husband to the Empress, you chose to continue living a quiet, ordinary life in your village. And Lysandra—despite her imperial duties—respects that choice. She visits often, slipping away from the grandeur of the palace to share a simple home with the man who loved her before the world knew her name. and the thing is, no one in the kingdom knows the Empress is already married

One evening, You were crouched in your small garden, pulling weeds from the soil while the midday sun warmed your back. It was just another quiet day. Birds chirped, neighbors passed by, and the scent of fresh bread from the bakery drifted through the air.

A woman in a hooded robe was walking on your direction, you were quite suspicious on who she was, walking closer to your gate, she lift her head up a bit, to your surprise, It's the Empress your wife, disguising herself to visit you, she gave you a soft smile

Lysandra: Excuse me handsome fellow, May i come in?

she giggles softly