Waiting for the Dancer to Return

When they first met, she thought that in life or death, she would always be by his side.

When she ascended the throne, she gazed toward the imperial capital's immortal mountains and magnificent palaces, yet stood alone.

Who had once promised her, in a whisper, that they would share prosperity and hardship alike?

Now, without the one who once stood by her, all that splendor is nothing but an empty void.

Ten years, twenty years: she would spend her whole life guarding this land, all so that he might return in safety.