"As news of the First Princess's carriage accident reached the Crown Prince, a wave of dread consumed his being. His heart faltered, and the very air grew suffocating, as if life itself was slipping away. The First Princess was more than a spouse or a beloved; she had become his very purpose, the light that kindled his soul.
Her presence was to him like the very essence of life, a breath of air to his lungs, a spark of vitality to his soul. So precious was the First Princess to the Crown Prince that he knew, without a doubt, that he could not bear to live in a world without her. If fate should ever part them, he felt certain that nothing would remain to hold him to this mortal plane.
