Synopsis: The Price of Breaking Up

It seems that God was playing a joke when another oracle was sent down stating that "the esteemed daughter of Marquis Lurhtella shall be the companion of His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince." How could such a prophecy be inaccurate? From the day I was born, I was destined to become the Crown Princess and spent my whole life preparing to become a great Empress one day. However, everything changed in an instant - my power, my status, and the way people perceived me. I believed that his love for me would never waver, but he didn't hesitate to inform me of the termination of our engagement, and that was how our romance ended. Conceding everything was easier than I had anticipated. But... "Pleased to meet you, Princess Pesentria." "..." "Regarding the temple's proprietor, I wondered if you remembered me." He, the great divine leader of the Empire, extended his hand to me. May I take hold of it?