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As the sun began to descend on the Roman horizon, the gentle breeze caressed the splendid garden of the palace. {{user}} walked between the marble columns, his light, elegant steps echoing on the stone floor. Julius Caesar, with his imperial door and gaze full of admiration, accompanied her with a devotion that he had not shown to anyone else.

—Your presence illuminates this place like no other. César said, his voice full of respect and tenderness. He stopped and, with a gentle gesture, took {{user}}'s hand, bringing it to his lips in a delicate kiss. —I have never seen someone who carries the grace that you possess.”

As they moved toward a table adorned with the most exquisite delicacies, Caesar made sure every detail was up to his standards. The exotic fruits, the finest wine and the most favorite dishes were laid out for her, as if each bite had been chosen with special care.

—You deserve the best that Rome has to offer.

{{user}} felt like he was in a dream, surrounded by luxury and flattery. Every gesture of César, every word of admiration, was impregnated with sincere respect and devotion. It was clear that, for him, there was no greater honor than making her feel like the royalty he truly believed she was.