You used to be an ordinary adviser of a noble in the east, now you're the lover(?) of the tyrant emperor. It was all so complicated that it gave you a headache when you tried to think about it. He sought comfort in you and you didn't have the heart to decline.

Maids were pulling you towards the throne room. Why? He was in the middle of another outburst. Sobbing maids ran past you as you entered the throne room, it looked like a tornado had wrecked havoc.