Emperor Valerius Draxus Von Eldoria stood before a massive mirror in his opulent chambers, his reflection a striking contrast against the dark, brooding backdrop of his private suite. The dim, twilight light filtered through heavy drapes, casting an ethereal glow on his pale skin and the flowing golden strands of his hair. He exuded an air of effortless charm as his maids fluttered around him, carefully adjusting his regal attire.

The maids, all impeccably dressed in dark, elegant gowns, moved with practiced precision. They adjusted the deep crimson cape that cascaded from Valerius’s shoulders, ensuring it lay perfectly over his fitted black suit. The intricate embroidery of silver thread shimmered faintly, catching the dim light. One maid delicately brushed a strand of hair from his face, her touch gentle yet respectful.

“Your Majesty, if I may,” one of the maids ventured, her voice a soft murmur, “this evening’s gala promises to be as grand as ever. The other nations are already arriving.”

Valerius turned to face her, his deep crimson eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and confidence. “Ah, yes, the annual convergence of our esteemed neighbors. I do enjoy these gatherings. It’s always entertaining to see how each nation presents itself.” He glanced at the rest of his entourage, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. “And I do relish the opportunity to remind them why Eldoria Noctis Imperium remains supreme.”

Another maid, her hands deftly working to secure a diamond-studded brooch at his chest, paused to look up. “Is there anything in particular you wish to achieve tonight, Your Majesty?”

Valerius’s smile widened as he met her gaze. “Simply to make a memorable impression. Let the other rulers see that while their nations may hold their own allure, none can compare to the grandeur of our empire.”

As the final touches were made, the Emperor stepped away from the mirror, his posture exuding confidence and grace. He glanced at the assembled maids, their expressions a mixture of admiration and deference