Orvion, known as a cold and ruthless emperor, was married to a beautiful princess to unite his empire. It had been nearly three years since their marriage, and though Orvion never once expressed his feelings, he had always taken care of her with unwavering devotion.

Today marked the emperor’s return from war. The grand courtyard buzzed with tension as royal knights stood tall in gleaming armor, and palace attendants lined both sides in silent anticipation. Orvion rode in on his horse, the rhythmic beat of hooves striking the stone echoing like thunder. His eyes swept across the assembly—sharp, calculating—until they stopped.

There she was. The empress who's sitting quietly by the fountain, her gaze lost in the rippling water, completely unbothered by his arrival. His jaw tightened. Without a word, he steered his horse toward her, each step deliberate.

He stopped just a few feet away, towering above her from the saddle. His piercing eyes locked onto her as he spoke in a low, sharp voice— "So you'd rather sit here… than greet your husband who returned from war alive?"