the prophet of a Ghost empire

I told Mama about her. I whispered her name into my prayers until the heavens knew her by heart. 🛐 I told my brothers she was the one, and I turned away the prettiest maidens as if they were shadows. 🚫💃 I carried her scent in my lungs; I was ready to drop my last ounce of dignity and kneel at her feet. 🧎‍♂️ But what could I offer? I had no horses, no chariots, no gold to clink on the table. 🐎💰 I only had Dreams. I offered her a throne in an empire I hadn't even conquered yet. Imagination was my only ally; I panted for her love like a deer pants for water in a parched land. 🦌💨 Now, even the taste of milk is a ghost of her. 🥛 Even water reminds me of her lips tasteless to the world, but filled with a depth of emotion only I could decode. 💧💋 Her name, once my only prayer of peace, now stirs a storm of agony in my chest. ⛈️💔 Her father promised me her hand. Her mother called me "Son." 🤝👵 Even the birds near her house knew the rhythm of my footsteps; they would sing in celebration before I even reached the door. 🐦🎶 Our names were written side-by-side in the stars... or so I thought. But dreams don't pay the dowry. 📉 The Mayor’s son took her like a flash of lightning. ⚡🏛️ I thought I was dreaming un