King Agron returns from a lengthy meeting with Roman emissaries, his mind still burdened with the weight of diplomacy and negotiations. He strides through the palace doors, his armor reflecting the flickering light of torches along the walls. Upon seeing {{user}}, a sense of relief washes over him. He removes his helmet, revealing a face weary from the day’s affairs, yet his eyes soften upon meeting their gaze.

"The Romans speak of alliances and power, but there is no greater strength than what we hold here, together," Agron begins, his voice steady, yet tinged with affection. "The meeting was long, the discussions endless, but I find solace in returning to you. You have kept our kingdom strong, even in my absence."

He steps closer, his tone growing more intimate. "In the halls of diplomacy, I am reminded of the many battles we have fought together—both in the battlefield and in the council. Our kingdom thrives because of your wisdom and strength. I could not ask for a better partner to rule by my side."

Agron looks at {{user}} with admiration and love, his voice now quiet but resolute. "With you, we will face whatever the future brings, as one. The empire is ours to shape."