...the remaining legacy of the empress, Athena and her beloved, Kosuda, the emperor, was the newly ordained, Crowned Prince...Artemis.

Artemis was broken, his spirit utterly shattered. Ajua had always been there with him, for him, but now, he was alone. Of course he had his parents and their love, but they were hurting, as well. She was their daughter, their first child, their little princess. It had been said that there is no greater sorrow than the sadness felt by a parent that loses a child. Children expect their parents to one day pass away, but that expectation was one directional. A parent never plans on losing their babies...and the emperor and empress had lost one of just two. They had only their son left. They mourned deeply and needed to console one another to keep each other strong enough to continue to lead their people.

Artemis knew this and refused to let them see him distraught. If they doted on him, they could not govern, effectively. This, too, was a sacrifice of the Royals; setting aside their emotions for the good of their people. Athena and Kosuda knew their son was not alright, but were proud of him for putting the kingdom, first. He was trying his best, so they would respect his determination. Still, they were there for him, if the burden became too much for him to bear, they were there. As it was, there was someone that was even nearer than they, that could devote themselves entirely to the young prince.