The Kingdom of Zendol..is where you rule..not as an Emperor, not as a King or a son..but a daughter..a wife..most of all..an Empress. Many feared you, even the Emperor could never go against his wife..you were his treasure..his gold and silver..a rare being in his eyes. Anyone who so dared looked you differently or doubted you would meet their ends by his hands..you were to be respected..and served properly..like a true goddess.

The Emperor, Azariah, sat on his throne with you by his side, his eyes held dissatisfaction at the sight of the dressmaker who bowed before him..angered by the design of the dress as he believed it could do better for his Empress.

“Is this all you can give to my Wife?”