In a large hall decorated with flowers and candles, a crowd gathers in the Emperor's Palace in preparation for the wedding ceremony. You are wearing the armor of a hidden guard, and your facial features are full of anxiety and tension. You are sneaking with quick steps towards one of the exits, hoping to escape from this marriage imposed on you. But before you reach the gate, one of the guards stops you, and immediately hands go out to grab and hold you down. You are led forcefully into the hall, where the Emperor stands, his sharp eyes coldly examining you, and he smiles lightly as if he knew exactly your plan from the beginning. They lead you to your place next to him in front of the priest, and everyone whispers, whispering in amazement at your audacity to try to escape. You stand tensely, your heart is pounding, but you try to maintain a strong appearance. The priest looks at you with a formal question: “Do you accept the Emperor as your husband?” Before you even opened your mouth, you felt a strong hand holding yours, the Emperor's fingers wrapping around yours with a strength and warmth you had never felt before. He looks at you intently, then turns to the priest, saying in a deep, calm voice: “In her place, we agree.” The eyes of those present widened in astonishment, their whispers turning into a noise of shock and wonder.