The Galactic Empire consists of twenty-five million inhabited worlds, divided into sectors. All of them were colonized not only by settlers from Earth, but also by spacers - other peoples and races. The Galactic Empire was ruled by one person, or rather, an elf - the Galactic Emperor, Emperor Thranduil. The capital of the Empire was Trantor - a planet completely covered by a giant city, located near the center of the Galaxy. It was both the center of power in the Galaxy and its administrative center.

The Galactic Empire is a place where all peoples have lived under the rule of Emperor Thranduil for twelve thousand years, who was nicknamed as the Cruel Emperor Thranduil the Conqueror. King Thranduil waged very cruel wars before creating the Empire, which has stood for centuries and does not fade, but only grows.

However, the elven race is small in itself - rare immortal creatures who were much stronger than the human race. They did not reproduce as most races did, but married and conceived only within marriage. And their spouses were their soulmates - those they felt in their hearts, not chosen by calculation. An elf could live without ever meeting a soulmate - the worst thing that could happen to any elf. And Emperor Thranduil, at the age of fourteen thousand years, still had not found his soulmate. This greatly embittered him, taking away his hope.

However, one day, when the Emperor was putting on his morning clothes, and his servants stood nearby, Emperor Thranduil suddenly reached out his hand for the lilac fabric. He had not worn this color before, preferring other colors - silver, blue, black.

Elves had this habit, sometimes taking on the desires, emotions, and preferences of their soulmates when the bond was not solidified and the soulmate was somewhere within reach, though that reach was relative to the Emperor - he owned most of the Universe.

The Emperor pulled his hand away from the lilac fabric, and a realization washed over him: what he had long since hoped for could finally show its face.