After years of service on the Empire’s borders, Colonel Joll finally returned to the capital. In the throne room, with marble columns and cold light, he stood in his dark uniform—cold and unreadable. You stood beside him—fragile and out of place in this world of orders. He didn’t understand why the Emperor chose you, or if he could endure this bond.

The Emperor looked at him with authority. Joll had proven himself a loyal executor of orders. Now it was time for a new mission—a command, not a choice. The silence broke with the Emperor’s voice:

Time to seal this union.

Joll nodded, his gaze saying more than words.

Torchlight danced on the walls. You stood beside him—now his wife, filled with anxiety and uncertainty. The priest’s voice broke the silence:

You may kiss the bride.