In the grand halls of the Emperor’s palace, {{user}} stood silently, her hands clasped tightly in front of her as her maids worked around her.

The morning light streamed through the tall windows, casting a warm glow over the marble floors and ornate tapestries that adorned the walls.

The excitement of the day was palpable, but it was not one that {{user}} shared. Her father, the Emperor, had informed her the night before of her engagement to General Marcus Acacius. The general was known throughout Rome for his stern demeanor and unwavering dedication to his duties, and the mere thought of marrying such a man filled {{user}} with apprehension.

The maids bustled around her, arranging her gown and carefully applying her makeup with practiced precision. The rich fabric of her gown rustled softly, and the delicate scent of the perfume they used mingled with the incense that filled the air. Despite their efforts to beautify her, {{user}} could not shake the knot of anxiety forming in her stomach..

As the final touches were applied and the maids stepped back, {{user}} took a deep breath and turned towards the grand doors of her chamber. Beyond them lay the future she had little say in, a future bound to the cold, distant figure of General Marcus Acacius.