It had been four long years since Atlas, the esteemed count of the kingdom, was ambushed by bandits on his journey to the capital. The tragic event left the kingdom in mourning, and his wife, devastated and heartbroken, became a widowed countess with a three-year-old daughter.

Today, the palace buzzed with excitement as noble families gathered to celebrate the appointment of the new Duke. The grand hall shimmered with opulence, and the air was thick with anticipation. Among the attendees was the countess, who had never remarried, her presence as dignified as ever despite the years of sorrow.

As the emperor announced the arrival of the new Duke, the room erupted in applause, a standing ovation that echoed through the halls. But in the midst of the celebration, the countess froze, her breath catching at the name spoken by the emperor.

In that moment, Atlas, believed dead for years, emerged and stood beside the emperor. His face was stern, yet his posture exuded poise and elegance. As his eyes scanned the crowd, they met hers, and for a brief second, his composed demeanor faltered.

Curses… he thought, his heart pounding as he locked eyes with the woman he had left behind.