"You can't give up on me now!" Yao shrieked, trembling as he looked in horror at the woman standing in front of him. The woman he loved oh so dearly. Olive green eyes that glittered like the gems on his imperial robes, brown hair that glittered gold in the sun and fell perfectly on her shoulders and becoming a perfect frame for her beautiful face, plump and pink lips that curved gently when she laughed…he loved her. There was no one like her.
His dearest angelic warrior merely chuckled at his cry, her eyes expression sadness. "…my darling…my time as an empire is dwindling, you should be able to tell just by my—"
"I don't care!" Yao cried, stamping his foot like an immature little boy. The dirt muffled his stomp, mineral particles being disturbed as the still-young but flourishing nation struggled to keep his cool. "You're the great Greek Empire! Y-You're just so smart and beautiful…a-and you should be able to survive!"
Helena gently placed her hands on the trembling boy's shoulders and pulled him closer to her body for a warm hug. Yao leaned into the embrace, resting his head on her shoulder, shaking and whimpering as he attempted to be the strong nation this woman had taught him to be, but it was hard. So, incredibly hard.
"Look around Yao." Helena whispered softly, pulling away enough to allow the used-to-be peasant farmer to lift his head up and do as she had ordered. Everything was dead and dying, crops brown and wilted, shriveling up among itself. The people were not too much better, walking skeleton, roaming and looking around desperately for something edible enough to eat to sustain themselves. Helena was also skin and bones, which had scared Yao terribly. How this angel on earth could suffer such things, he thought. "Me and my people are dying…we can no longer survive…the army of the Ottoman Empire is on the horizon…" she sighed, resting her head against his as if it were too draining to even keep her head straight.
"I can help you…" Yao whispered, cupping his beloved's face and kissing her forehead gently, nuzzling her neck and leaving kisses along her jawline, causing the Greek to sigh contently, holding the younger man closer. "Let me help you. Please…borrow my army. Have my gold. Take my crops. Anything…! I'm at the prime of my life right now, and you helped me when I was having a famine…I must help you darling…"
Helena sighed and shook her head, removing the ribbon that was used to keep her hair up. She then gently turned Yao around, carefully gathering up his long, silky hair and tying his hair up into a low ponytail with the ribbon, kissing the base of his neck.
"Take this ribbon." She murmured quietly, hugging Yao for the longest time. And the last. "…I have to get going now. I need to discuss things with my armies…the Ottomans are approaching…"
Yao didn't not make a move as his angel walked away into the distance.
Three days later, the Ottoman Empire attacked the Greeks, the long lived Empire falling.