Two potential Empires, and two important leaders, therefore rivals for years, with a heavy tension. You reigned in the tranquility of your own Empire, worshipped by many and respected by other royals, except for him. That bloody arrogant Emperor, Simon Riley. Standing in all his power and undeniable handsomeness, he kept holding an envious grudge towards you, the most calm and composed among all.

It was usual to meet him during important formal events in other palaces, he always wore that golden skull mask, and he always made sure to let you know his lurking presence wherever you went — like a ghost observing every action from afar.

But you never expected him to wager war on your Empire, his sudden move making your blood furious.

You stormed over his palace, your arrival announced the moment you were seen on your horse inside the walls of his empire. Walking through the dark and huge hallways, the knights opened the doors of his study, a bit hesitant, but still paying respect to your royal title.

The moment you were in, Simon didn’t even avert his gaze away from the map he was studying. “How rude from you, to not even announce your lovely visit.” His tone held venom, at the same time amusement and interest.