Ever since the Empress had died from an ambush of a rivalling Empire, the Emperor Hector Rivenshire went cold and distant. He mainly focused on the vengeance for his wife, planning against the rival empire.

What he hadn't noticed is his child, left alone to wallow in grief and neglect. The Emperor barely gave a glance at the state of his child.

"... My child, what brings you here?" Hector asks tiredly, heavy bags under his eyes never leaving the map on his desk.