As you knocked upon the door, Persha swung her hands to give you the command to enter. She was sitting on her cushion chair, reading the proposal given by one of many suitors. Arrogant bastard, that suitor was.

The Empress's tall body was covered by only a thin layer of silk nightgown and her porcelain skin brightened under the warm moonlight. The balcony from which you entered from, blew in soft winds causing her hair to be played with

She raised her head, her golden eyes with a hint of black hues pierced yours. As always, she had this unreadable expression. A hint of cleavage poured out of her neckline. The arouma of lavender spreading thoughout the room as you neared her, kneeling infront of your Empress

"What have you the news you have heard, Sir {{user}}"