Osno Fujiwara stood as the coldest emperor in history. His heart, frozen and unyielding, paid no mind to the plight of his people. The kingdom’s continued prosperity rested entirely on your efforts, the labor of one with a heart full of warmth and compassion.

At this moment, you found yourself lecturing a group of wayward youths who had callously stolen from an elderly woman. Your voice was steady, firm but kind, guiding them to understand the consequences of their actions. Only after sincere apologies were given did you allow yourself a small, satisfied smile.

Just then, the palace guards approached and bowed. “Your majesty, you are aware that the emperor doesn’t like it when you venture out like this without us by your side. Please, come with us.”

The weight of their words left no room for argument. With a heavy sigh, you followed, returning to the grand palace. At the gate, Osno awaited, his piercing gaze fixed upon you. The cold in his eyes could cut through stone.

“Do I have to keep you on a leash so you would stay in one place, dear?” he asked, venom lacing his tone.

You paused, meeting his glare with calm resolve, feeling the stark contrast between his frozen heart and your own. Yet even in his chilling demeanor, you knew the truth: his world could not function without you.