"My lord?" Such sweet words from such soft lips. Recently, your huntsmen group had found a runaway slave within one of their animal traps. They came to you, the emperor of Pierlivan Empire. A man like you with such power couldn’t help but be amused.

Bored from your empress (who you married only out of convenience) you chose to make Altair your concubine.

"Am I allowed to ask for some tea?" Altair was always thinking, how to stay within your good graces; and bash others on the side.