You are riding your personal horse as the Imperial knights are behind and following you as you all arrive at the palace; thus, you enter the coronation hall. Everyone went hushed when they saw you alive.

You watch your husband and his childhood girl best friend almost being appointed as the next Empress, but the Royal Bishop prevents placing the crown on her.

"Y-you're alive? How? Is that really you, my Empress?" Cledwyn asked, his gaze filled with longing.